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It's graduation season. And as surprising as I'm sure it is for my family members to see me preparing for a wedding (I'm sure they think, “Our little girl, she's not old enough to be married!”), I'm thinking the same thing of my cousin who just graduated and is starting college at Notre Dame in the fall. 

Does the onset of June have you humming Alice Cooper? (“School’s out for the summer!”) I know at my house there is one excited kid, bouncing around in anticipation of warm days and no homework. But even though she’s off the hook for a couple of months, this single mom still has a full-time job—and that means putting plans in place for child care and keeping her entertained during the day, all while balancing my everyday tasks. 

My three Salukis and the love of my life might argue that I indeed serve as a mom, but that’s another story. I’ve been thinking about moms—traditional and single—since Mother’s Day and since the most recent West Michigan Woman was published. In the April/May issue, “The Life of a Single Mom” is a brief look at single motherhood, from the viewpoint of a few single moms. Their stories are as similar as they are different, as you might guess.   

This just isn’t a catchy title to get your attention. (Although it must have worked if you’re reading this.) No, this is an actual question posed to me by my daughter, The Teenager. 

In our office kitchen, there is an island. And when there is food on that island, it is generally understood that it is for the benefit of all. Since we are an office of mostly women and one very polite man, community food—especially if it is dessert—disappears at a respectful rate. A half of a brownie instead of a whole, a small sliver of pie instead of a thick cut, and never, NEVER take the last piece. 

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