And then the carefree child, grateful for the experience of being—the joys of learning and sharing with others, the richness of growth and discovery—dashes across the beckoning bridge and on to new things on the other side.
The End
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The digital version of our March–April 2011 issue will go live later today. This issue will be Mothering‘s last—the magazine is no longer being published in print or digital format. Here’s how our publisher, Peggy O’Mara, put it on her blog.
After 35 years of making magazines, the staff at Mothering is obviously deeply saddened by this change—even as we understand that continuing to print would be financially unsustainable—for many reasons, including the loss of several very dear fellow staffers.
I’m sure I’ll feel the need to blog more about this later, but for now, there’s work to be done. As Peggy wrote, Mothering still exists, but as a website and online community—and there’s a lot going on there!
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Our final cover image is a reprise of a photo by Cheryl Steinhoff which we ran in an July–August 2008 article about the simple pleasures of summer.
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Photo below kind of gives the gist of the paletted walls. (And, yes, the white board really does say “Today is Lazy Day and Healthy Cheetos Day.” It was one of those doubly exciting days.)
Here’s a sneak peek at what’s going on with our next issue. We’re working right now on an audio version of the magazine which will launch with our July-August edition!
Weekly Circulation meeting today. I don’t usually attend these, but since we’re discussing where we want to go with 
A much belated shout-out to our webmama, Cynthia Mosher, who did a wicked good (as my friend Wendy used to say) job of heading up the recent migration of the old Mothering web site—which entailed moving thousands and thousands of pages—to our new and improved 
Let’s see. . . Timmy has saved the life of a rooster that Paul suspects was involved in cockfighting, but Skeeter, a neighbor’s hired hand, recognized “Clementine” as a champion fighter named Dynamite who was left for dead. Once Clementine was well again, Skeeter stole him*. . .
He even managed to squeeze in some baseball with his parents, just like old times. Now he’s back in school, though not in Scotland this year—much, much closer: New Mexico State, which is less than 300 miles away. And in the same time zone.
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