by Connie Veneracion on August 12, 2008
(Today’s column)
Every three years, my husband’s eldest brother, his wife and two sons spend three weeks in the Philippines. He and his wife have been living in a suburb of Chicago for over 20 years and both of their sons were born and raised there. They arrived over a week ago and, last Sunday, we [...]
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by Connie Veneracion on August 7, 2008
I was reading the case of Danielle (via Dooce), now called Dani, and please go read about this mind-blowing case of child neglect, about a feral child adopted by a couple with a young son. I am simply amazed at the care that the adoptive parents are giving her. Part of me says the article [...]
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by Connie Veneracion on August 2, 2008
Sam is taking the UPCAT tomorrow morning and because she is just about the moodiest person I know (well, probably next to me), and because she has the most volatile temper than any person I know (ummm, probably more than mine), Speedy and I agreed that we would make sure she stays happy as a [...]
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by Connie Veneracion on June 28, 2008
Every time we pass by a shop window displaying girls’ dresses in pretty floral pastels, I reminisce about the days when I chose all of Sam’s and Alex’s clothes. That was a long time ago. Thing is, as children grow older, they form their own preferences and sense of style. That’s why there was a [...]
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by Connie Veneracion on June 26, 2008
There is a section in my food Web log about the packed school lunches that I prepare for my daughters. For over two years, I have been trying to document the school lunches with the goal of encouraging mothers to pay more attention to what their children eat. I cook early in the morning, take [...]
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by Connie Veneracion on March 27, 2008
Over stimulating an infant’s brain with non-stop audios can cause permanent damage. Old-fashioned nuzzling, kissing and tickling is still a more effective way of communication.
Meanwhile, too much reliance on gadgets can affect the memory; specifically, the ability to remember dates and numbers. But then again, who wants to memorize dates and numbers?
Continue reading 'The problem with too much' →
by Connie Veneracion on March 14, 2008
I have always been vocal about it — I don’t expect them to spend their adult lives taking care of us. I don’t want them to. I don’t want them to take on high-paying jobs that they cannot be happy with, thinking they have to because it is their responsibility to take care of us in our old age. I want them to be able to live their lives fully and freely. That’s partly why Speedy and I work so damn hard — to be able to feather our nests comfortably so that Sam and Alex won’t have to worry about us when we’re old.
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by Connie Veneracion on March 11, 2008
GREENSBURG, Pa. - March 10, 2008 — A Westmoreland County woman has been sentenced to two to four years in prison for letting her 12-year-old daughter have sex at home with a 16-year-old boy. [AP report]
In the comment thread, readers aren’t very kind to the mother.
Probably unrelated trivia:
Melanie Griffith was 14 when her mother, Tippi [...]
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by Connie Veneracion on March 6, 2008
I never thought I’d say that. Ever. I hate the summer heat. I dislike the humidity. I dislike how the electric bill gets bloated. I dislike feeling guilty turning on the aircon in the middle of the day. But it’s been a heck of a year and I can’t wait for the schoolyear to end [...]
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by Connie Veneracion on February 27, 2008
Sam was supposed to leave at midnight tonight to go to Mindoro on a four-day optional school trip for third and fourth year students. There was an orientation for parents two weeks ago, I went, we were apprised of the risks, real and imagined, including dengue, malaria and the NPA. I signed the consent form [...]
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