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Stories by Cathy Burke

I have a theory that the very thing that attracts someone to another will ultimately be the very thing that repels them. When the kids were little I...
My son Eric picked out a Hulk backpack for kindergarten. Even though it is so big that it hits him below the knees when he walks, it suits him. On...
My son Eric was diagnosed with Auditory Processing Disorder or APD; I find this name ironic because I would have described his problem as Attention...
I hear Eric’s incessant screams: “momm-mee!” from across the house. I cannot ignore them. I cannot react. I just want to make it stop. I need to...
My son Eric is a boy of few words. This came as a complete shock to me since I come from a long line of talkers. It seems like all my friends and...
I have been swung by my moods ever since I can remember. Even as a child I was struck by the infrequent highs and the more common lows. Each mood...
The table was set and we were all anticipating our first salmon dinner of the summer. Since my favorite thing to make for dinner is reservations, I...
To celebrate turning forty I went to a spa with my two best girlfriends from New York. We grew up together but have not lived within a few hours of...
When I first moved to our idyllic suburban neighborhood six months pregnant, I imagined the cul de sac of my own youth. There were so many young...
My older son Paul is obscenely tall for his age. At seven-years-old he is over four feet tall and I can attest to the fact that it is not the result...
What exactly is the right answer when one of your children asks: “Who do you love most?” Is there ever a right answer? I love to tell...
It is 9:00 Saturday morning and I long for a morning off. “I’ll take them if you get them ready.” My husband offers. Excuse me?...
Once upon a time I was in control of my sleep. I went to bed when I was tired, slept as long as I needed, and awoke without an alarm. Even when I did...
I never liked the expression: “mama’s boy.” It always sounded more like a put-down than a description, bringing to my mind some...
Now that my kids are not babies anymore I have some time to work on their baby scrapbooks. Just yesterday I gathered some remains of “blankie...

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