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Who Bullies a WWII Vet?

“What is WRONG with people?” I’m hearing those five little words all too often. One of my friends posted that yesterday after witnessing a bank customer snipe at the teller, “My money is more important than your job.” Another friend just told me that she saw a mom at the pool refuse to get out... Read more »

Dealing with Rude Parents at Your Kids' Sporting Events

“Some parents are so rude.” That’s my daughter’s friend, telling me how a grownup moved her bag, coat and towel from the bleachers at the swim meet. “She pushed off my stuff, and stole my spot,” the nine-year-old says, looking at me, probably wondering how I’ll respond on the topic of another adult’s behavior. “That’s... Read more »

What, Me Worry?

“Are you always afraid, or what?” This is the question my 12-year-old son posed, when I was wondering aloud whether to sign a permission slip for his older brother to go on a youth trip to Colorado this summer, because some of the activities sounded a bit dicey. “Yes,” I answered. “Pretty much.” It was... Read more »
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For Crying Out Loud: Use Common Sense and Courtesy When Dining Out

For Crying Out Loud: Use Common Sense and Courtesy When Dining Out
When I first heard the ruckus this week about whether or not to bring babies to a fine restaurant, I thought back to the moment when I was on my hands and knees, trying (rather in vain) to pick up individual grains of rice on the floor of an Asian restaurant. My then-toddler had flung... Read more »

Winter driving tips for a-holes

That moment, when I saw the speeding car heading east start to turn, spin out of control and head directly toward me – directly, as in I could see the guy’s facial hair and “Oh, shit!” expression — I became a winter driving expert. Well, maybe not an expert, since I have a minivan with... Read more »

"Don't spit on the track." We need signs imploring common courtesy now?

It’s a sign of the times. The signs, I mean. We now need SIGNS to remind us of common courtesies, which must not be all that common anymore if they are no longer tacitly understood. My family and I were on vacation last summer in Massachusetts, when I noticed a printed sign tacked up on... Read more »
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It's reunion time. What I'd tell my Love's Baby Soft-wearing self about what really matters.

It’s reunion season. You can feel it in the air, not just because it’s all autumnal and crisp, but because TJ Maxx is selling out of Spanx and guys are buying their first pair of new jeans in at least two years. Details of my 30-year reunion were just shared today, and while I lament... Read more »

The Problem with Mean Comments on Viral Posts

The Problem with Mean Comments on Viral Posts
Is it rude to tell someone face to face to “Go f*^&^ yourself!” or that they are stupid, based on their words and implied intentions? If you were in a small-talk conversation with a friendly stranger or even an acquaintance about a certain topic and disagreed, would you hurl vitriolic comments at them? I find... Read more »

I paid good money for these seats. Down in front.

I don’t think I’m particularly bad at air piano. Or air guitar. I just don’t feel a need to stand up during a concert and show off my air instrument prowess and yell along with the lyrics while everyone else around me – including the entire row behind me and next to me – is... Read more »
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You Got a Gift. Say "Thank You."

Of the dozens of wedding gifts I received, I’ll never forget the absolutely butt-ugly clock. It was garishly lime green and peach, with a hand-painted cactus and lightning bolts and in the shape of what I’d best describe as an amoeba. I kept it for years, not because it added any aesthetically pleasing touch, but... Read more »
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    Some mothers tell their kids to look both ways before crossing the street. My mother's mantra was, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I took that to heart, and like to think of myself as nice. Except when other people aren't nice, which is increasingly true today, and I can't help but point that out to them. Maybe that makes me bitchy-nice (sorry, Mom), but I feel like calling someone out on their rudeness can make a dent. About me: shockingly, I live in the suburbs and drive a minivan covered with obnoxious stickers from my kids' sports and schools. Professionally, I'm a writer, for newspapers, trade magazines and other publications who will assign me stories on anyhing from meat handling requlations (stringent!) to how physicians can best spot deep vein thrombosis (huh?). When I'm not writing, I am a blur in my minivan, driving my kids around, and scolding drivers who cut me off or don't pull over for an ambulance. Reach me at lynnpetrak@sbcglobal.net

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