Lost in Suburbia classic column: The black hole of suburbia

lost-in-suburbia-classic-column:-the-black-hole-of-suburbia

My house is a black hole. It is a bizarre cosmic anomaly. Apparently, things that come into it mysteriously disappear, never to be seen again. Typically, it is usually one of a pair: One sock. One shoe. One hamster (yes, there were originally two of them).The other strange thing about these missing items is, they almost always belong to either my husband or my children … never me. Which begs the question:“Mom, have you seen my shoe?”“What shoe?” I ask […]  » Read More

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