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The sound of heavy winds wake you up around dawn that first morning after, cozy in your warm bed, the feel of soft blankets cocooning your body. For a split second you forget and you feel good. Then the memories smack you in the face. The blankets feel scratchy and heavy, your legs feel antsy, memories are suffocating your mind, the dark house doesn’t seem as forbidding as staying in bed alone with your thoughts. Your thoughts feel like a festering pustule.

Bleary eyed, you try to unlock your phone to turn off your alarm for later, you won’t need…


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The parenting books didn’t touch upon what we’re supposed to do with our kids during a pandemic. None of us are prepared to make the choices we’re being forced to make, and make incredibly quickly. The last global pandemic began over 100 years ago, so turning to an older parenting generation for their weathered and wisened advice isn’t an option. And would their advice even make sense in these digitally connected and advanced times? Doubtful.

No matter how much we may wish it as the modern millennial parents so many of us are, we can’t Google our way out of…


I Will Never Regret Taking COVID-19 Seriously

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I want you to try an exercise. Close your eyes and conjure a time when you took your child to the pediatrician for what you thought will be a run-of-the-mill sick visit. Kids get sick, we take them in, we go home, and eventually they beat the virus. In the office, the nurse takes the temp and checks the vitals. They weigh your precious runny-nosed tiny human. You explain the litany of symptoms while snuggling your sick baby on your lap. I’m sure your memories feel very routine right now.

For some of…


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Standing in the kitchen, fussing with something, tidying up the counter perhaps. I can’t remember exactly what I was doing in the moment. Probably because my brain glossed over the unimportant task I was handling when I was hit with a proverbial 2x4.

We were waiting for my husband to return home in the time of Covid: he was picking up our curbside grocery order. I knew we’d have to disinfect and then unpack the haul. It was 8:30pm on a weeknight and I was tired after a day of working and facilitating two children’s e-learning schedules. I flitted around…


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2016 seems like a lifetime ago. Shit, February seems like it was a decade ago. But in 2016, Hillary Clinton almost shattered the highest of glass ceilings. (And life would be a lot better if she had and we didn’t have to deal with this orange clown absolutely bungling the pandemic response. Can you imagine how much smoother things would be with a badass smart organized mom/grandma in charge. Sometimes I cry in a ball on the closet floor when I think about what we could have had while listening to the Michelle Obama reading children’s books on PBS kids)


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I ventured out into the wild today. I walked to the grocery store to grab a few fresh food essentials. We were starting to run low on fruits and veggies. I bought two beautiful flower bouquets. They spoke to me and brought a little color to what’s been a very very grey time.

When I walked in my front door, my nine-year-old son immediately said, “who buys something like that during a time like this!?” Can you tell who’s child he is? No idea where he gets that tone!

But, I do that. I buy the flowers. We deserve normalcy…


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All Illinois schools are closed. Every.single.school. And my children’s school is closed through mid-April. We’re looking at over a month of at-home time.

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As funny as I insist on being, at pretty much all times, sometimes I’m serious. And yesterday I felt a deep gut punch. I found myself wiping away tears from my five-year-old’s face because he’s upset that school closed and he’s a little overwhelmed with all the routine changes. Out of nowhere, his little face scrunched up and he tried, but he couldn’t hold back the tears that exploded from his eyes. …


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For parents right now, shit is scary. There’s a lot of really scary info being thrown at us nonstop and we’re making game day decisions left and right. I live in Chicago and things are getting really weird really fast. But there’s already enough fear and anxiety. Like, I take my meds daily and honestly, I could use a lil bump of more meds, probably. It’s been a great week for my anxiety. That bitch is in full control right now.

I know I’m not the only one experiencing increased anxiety. And what we don’t need is one more article…


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As we did that weird little luggage dragging shuffle down an always too-narrow aisle exiting the plane, a kind older lady said to me “the kids were so good. We didn’t hear them at all!” I chuckled and said, “Yes, we travel all the time with them. They’re used to this.” Another man, not part of the conversation, overheard and said “It must be nice.” At first, I thought, well, screw you dude, thanks for your borderline mansplainy opinion on MY parenting which has nothing to do with you, with one of my signature eyebrow raises and deep eye roll…


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As a little girl I was naturally inclined to study history. I devoured book after book about World War Two and The Holocaust. Even then, I’d find myself wondering how this happened and how people could have let this happen. I tried to wrap my developing brain around the idea that the assumption seemed to be that everyone complied, but surely there were people who resisted. Right? I clung to that hope, because there have to be good people everywhere.

And this curiosity continued and grew into declaring History as my major. In college, much like as a child, I…

nicole vandeboom

Parenting w/humor & f-bombs. Historian finally using my $$ private-school degree. I come up with my best writing ideas naked in the shower. nicolevandeboom.com

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