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Archive for October, 2007

1.  I saw a mother pushing a stroller down the street this morning. She had bright pink hair that stuck up all over her head, and she was covered with tattoos, most of which were red. She wore an orange dress with very big black boots.
2.  This afternoon, at a play place with [...]

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How I Learned About Blogs

Part 1
My husband (who works in educational technology and knows every cool computer thing there is):
You should really put your bookmarks in del.icio.us. Let me show you–
Me, interrupting: I’m fine with the regular bookmarks.
Him: But I could send you cool sites really easily–
Me, interrupting: Nah.
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Him: Can I show you how [...]

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My high school English teacher–the one who told me feminists could wear white robes–had a bulletin board in her classroom devoted to advertising. Not only did she display the ads, but she led close-reading/seeing discussions on the sexist and racist images and symbols in advertising–and once she clued us in to what we were [...]

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That’s what he calls himself when he does this.
Minutes passed as he ever so slowly crept closer to a group of deer.  One remained, and they just stared at each other.

Nature is so different to me now with him around.

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A miserable, tired, almost-two-year-old with a cold. A disappointed-not-to-be-at-the Children’s-Museum-as-promised three-year-old with a cough. A cold, foggy morning. A mother with no coffee. No food in the house. The happy angel on my shoulder said: Sure, go to the grocery store! You can do it! The mean [...]

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Two high school seniors rush down to their English teacher’s classroom with a major problem. Each member of the graduating class would wear either a blue or white gown during the upcoming ceremony. Traditionally, a girl would wear white and a boy would wear blue. But, since that particular high school reflected [...]

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Don’t do that.   Stop it.  Don’t touch.  No, no.  Stop.  Don’t.  Please stop.  Hurry up.  I said, please don’t do that.
Imagine that the world is approximately three million times more interesting than it even is now.  You’re fascinated by everything you see, but you have a loudspeaker attached to your shoulder saying don’t touch don’t [...]

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Give Gramps Some Credit

The other day, I was talking with my mother and sister about nursing Chris. It was along the lines of . . . oh, my god, when is he going to stop. Help! Anyway, with a bit of a blush, I remembered that my grandfather was sitting at the kitchen [...]

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Good Riddance

“Now, what I’m about to say is a really big deal coming from me, because I really don’t like boys.  They’re too vigorous and frightening for me.  So when I tell you how much I just love Martin, and how we just think the world of him, that means an awful lot.  He’s such a [...]

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280 Main Street is Emily Dickinson’s address in Amherst, Massachusetts. A teacher took me there in elementary school; if ever I have felt a spirit in a place, that was the time. For all the dry, academic articles I read about her later in my education, I never shook the first feeling I had when [...]

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