Our shaggy dog story

By Beth Apone Salamon ’90

In between the screams over the phone from my 17-year-old daughter, I could only make out a few actual words. It sounded like she said the dog had been hit. Maybe with a car. Maybe by her. Impossible to say from her unstrung wailing.

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The death of me

By Beth Apone Salamon ’90

“It is the job of the middle-school student to mentally murder the parents during these formative years,” the school counselor said at the “Welcome Parents” night.

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Where’s Daddy?

By Beth Apone Salamon ’90

My husband called from a business trip, and I asked, “Where are you again?” He laughed, a little unsure of the location. After all, he could be anywhere. Such is the life of a spouse whose partner has achieved airline Elite Status. Jeff even has an Elite Status carpet in his office, a gag gift from a sympathetic colleague.…

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