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A parenting notebook from Beijing to America

I thought I was raising my kids. They have been raising me.

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First Time, Every Time

I had one of those quiet realizations the other day. Not the glamorous kind where everything suddenly makes sense. More the kind that arrives in the middle of…

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Cozy desk still life: coffee mugs, an open notebook, and soft window light

From the notebook

Reflections

Not Every Problem Needs Me

Sometimes I watch my children navigate a situation and think I know exactly why they are frustrated. Then…

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Motherhood

First Time, Every Time

I had one of those quiet realizations the other day. Not the glamorous kind where everything suddenly makes…

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