03 July
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Cost is a tricky thing.   We are often fooled into believing we know what we are paying. We often overlook the fact that the price reflected on a tag, on a sticker, or in a menu is just the beginning. Everything comes with hidden price tags.   Welcome to Rachelconomics 101 We will explore the hidden price tags of  opportunity cost  and  emotional cost. For the mathematicians out there, my formula is this  (Price + Maintenance Cost) + Emotional Cost + Opportunity Cost= Total Cost.  I know the economics majors are choking right now, and I do apologize for throwing Rachelogic and Rachemath into yourRead More →

27 June
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Submission is not an easy thing.   From the moment we are born,  we fight for our own way. I am no exception. Submission grates my skin, like sandpaper it’s grit rubs raw; exposing the real me underneath. While it goes against our nature,  everyone submits  to someone. It’s what you do when you choose to be employed, you submit your “mission” of sleeping till noon, talking/texting to your friends all day to their “mission” of being productive in the area they direct you to. It’s what you do when you choose to stop at a red light,  when you’d rather plow on through  becauseRead More →

11 June
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I have decided to hurl myself off a ledge,  and I’m taking my kids with me. I’ve spent hours, researching the strengths and weaknesses  of each brand of equipment;  matching it to the strengths and weaknesses  of my individual children.  Which cords are strongest?   Which harness will fit each child best?  They have different builds and their support needs are varied.   If I do this right,  they will remember this experience with joy and wonder.  If I do this wrong,  they may walk with a limp the rest of their lives.   Or worse. These are BIG decisions.   And they are not easy to make.Read More →

21 March
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My darling Babycakes thinks he’s been struck a fatal blow.   His beautiful eyes are gummy with film, blurring his vision.   His baby lungs are full of congestion, producing a cough that sounds  like a freight train underwater .   His temples are pounding, making it painful to think.   And to top it all of, his nose is no longer his happy little friend,  bringing in sweet air to breathe,  NO, it has gone berserk and has decided  it wants to play Niagara Falls.  His heretofore fairly happy existence has come to a  shuddering, hacking, pounding, mucus bubble blowing halt. He is the very picture of misery, withRead More →