Detty's Halloween Ramblings

Here's my list of the types of houses you encounter while trick-or-treating…

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5 Essential Summer Experiences for Children

Here are 5 experiences to keep your child active and an adult’s mind guilt free and sane. We also keep the list focused on your wallet.

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Booth's Corner Farmer's Market: A Photo Essay

(High resolution pictures may take several minutes to load) A visual journey through the aisles of Booth's Corner Farmer's Market in Boothwyn, PA.

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A Vacation to Forget

Those mouse ears make sense, those lines, that heat, that mouse because everyone was on vacation and forgetting.

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How the Bunny Stole Christmas

This malevolent force stands about eight feet tall, has eyes that remain opened, is covered in fur and never speaks. No, Sasquatch does not need to earn some extra coin, because of the economic downturn, however the greeting card industry does. And much like Freddy Krueger, this furry menace attacks children where parents can not protect them, in their minds.

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Saying Goodnight

The other night my five year old daughter asked me who made God. The casual conversation as I helped Nora to bed usually consisted of our revisiting the day’s highlights and considering what’s ahead tomorrow. But this night Nora decided to abruptly up the anti, and I, knocked off balance for a moment, struggled to find a response.

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Bee Stings

The other day my six-year-old daughter said something to me that pierced my heart. I was in the middle of my daily after-work routine of rushing from one after-care site to another, swinging the minivan into the public places that care for my children. As I was robotically fastening her seatbelt, my mind preoccupied with unimportant thoughts, she quietly said into her lap, “I wish I was never born.” At that moment, my knees actually buckled. I looked at her for the first real time that day and asked her why. She admitted, with the raw embarrassment of a child, that she had no one to play with at recess.

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Confessions of a Ghetto Dad

This was my epiphany. I was not redeemed. I did not find truth. I did not learn to love my kids more or appreciate my life. All I learned is that I still have a bit of ghetto in me; that this is my base. And for that afternoon, that was just what I needed.

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