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Think back for a moment about your prom. Whether it was full of fun and frilly dresses — or a nightmare because the dude you were with was expecting to reach third base, and you weren’t ready — it was likely still an event that inspires abundant memories and maybe even a …

Fairly certain I risk losing my Mom Card for this admission: But I’ve never read “The Polar Express.” Nor have I, I guess I should add, ever seen the movie. I’m a traditionalist when it comes to the holidays. My approach can best be summarized by considering Christmas music: If …

Today I was confronted by the “what ifs” of my worst nightmare. I walked through the doors of the Northern Nevada Children’s Cancer Foundation (NNCCF) thinking about the sober reality underscoring the need for this non-profit: It is one of the first places families come after a cancer diagnosis of a child. …

Panicking about what to do with the kids this summer? You are SO not alone. But one thing I know for certain in the vast and often deserted landscape of parenthood: Kids love movies. And better yet, kids of all ages love movies — older kids, turns out, even find the “way beneath them” …

I have issues. I get that. But perhaps during no season are my issues more prevalent than during the run-up to Easter. And there’s one massive reason. The Easter Bunny. But not the cute, fluffy, imaginary one (sorry kids if you’re reading this) that stops by my house every year to set …

Dear fellow parents: It’s a trap! You think it’s going to work. You think, just maybe, if you put your kids to bed super-duper late the night before we “spring forward,” you’ll never miss that hour of sleep. Right? WRONG. (In italics, bold, caps AND underlined, plus every other way you can …

When Monaciello first opened its doors, I attended a media preview night; I recently dug out my notes from the event, and I noticed these words that I had scribbled down as I was sampling the night’s offerings: “Life-changing carrot.” It’s not often that a root veggie is preceded by …

My 7th grade Nevada history instructor from Clayton Middle School, Mr. Gandolfo, would likely do somersaults in his grave if he could hear the following admission: I’ve never ridden the V&T Railroad. So very sorry, Mr. G. But I made it up to him today (and seriously thought about so many of the things …

I am so fucking tired of being fucking tired. The End

OK moms, so tell me if any of these scenarios sounds remotely familiar: You’re off to drop your beautiful child at daycare, but you have no desire to take off your cozy sweatshirt, put on a bra, then put your sweatshirt back on — and yet you do. Because decency. …