Raising a pre-teen girl in an overly-affluent New Jersey suburb, without the tranquilizing effect of cable or satellite TV, is not an activity for the faint of heart. These days, it seems like most of our evenings are split between helping our daughter Anwyn cope with the oppressive homework load her 6th grade teachers routinely dish out and dodging the worst effects of her hormone-amplified mood swings. Despite it all, Anwyn’s basic good nature manages to poke up above the emotional maelstrom often enough to remind us that she’s still the daughter we love and to give us a precious hour or two of (relatively) peaceful, tantrum-free family fun time.
Strangely, one of the things she loves to do with me is sit at the kitchen table helping fix whatever household gadgets have found themselves on the injured list that week. She’s always been good with tools, having, at the age of four, learned the difference between a Phillips and a flathead screwdriver as she he... --
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