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Writes of Passage, by Lynda Peer

A rebel without claws

The first tremors of the Apocalypse of Aging hit a few years ago — when we realized that the AARP magazine was the most interesting read in the house. Obviously, there was something seriously wrong here: Bill and I couldn’t possibly be old enough to be the target audience. There was also ...

A mutt by any other name

Bailey and I both received our DNA results today. It turns out we’re not related. While I am one-third German, one-quarter Irish, and a couple of other European ethnicities, Bailey is one-third Labrador, one-third Beagle, and one-third 15 different breeds. In other words, she is truly an ...

And the winner is …

We returned from the Saratoga Race Course down $11, but up two Sungold Kiwis. The deficit was acceptable, we aren’t big betters — so losses are just the cost of a day’s recreation. As newlyweds, we would allot $10 for wagering and could only buy food if we actually won. And although our ...

A roadside proposal

It began with two books: “Roadside America” and “Uncommon and Unheralded Museums.” Both documented off-the-beaten-path monuments of kitsch and collections born of passion. For me, the lover of road trips, they became a map of adventure. For my family, they became the source of shared ...

Unpacking summer camp

“Hey mom, do you know that there is a bread that is white and smooshy?” Quin jumped into the car’s back seat, talking a mile a minute. It was his first day of the Vermontville summer rec program — his first camp experience. Before I could answer, he continued. “And there is this ...

Racing against time

If you have ever seen a “raging Peer face” on the Sports pages, you know our children are fiercely competitive. It’s totally our fault. We raised them that way. The training began early when as young parents we realized that gamifying chores lessened the reluctance to do them. We had gold ...