Reading minds through music
A friend asked me to pray for Saint Anthony to help find a missing iPod. “We were supposed to have a dance party at my brownie troop meeting,” she said, “a nice easy meeting, but we’re screwed if I can’t…
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Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
A friend asked me to pray for Saint Anthony to help find a missing iPod. “We were supposed to have a dance party at my brownie troop meeting,” she said, “a nice easy meeting, but we’re screwed if I can’t…
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This morning we spent about 45 minutes at the Friends Of The Library book sale. We have more than enough books already, but it’s our civic responsibility to go to this thing and buy more. Twice a year. All about…
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I’ve discovered the Pilates Zone. I don’t know if I can swing that once school lets out, but for now, I do pilates twice a week and cardio any other time. I’ve graduated from “my pilates instructor is trying to…
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The dentist is always good for a blog post (especially when he uses a blow torch.) Yesterday while talking to one of my kids, he said, “Open wide. I don’t see so good,” and wide-eyed, I said, “I don’t want…
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A couple of weeks ago, after Kiddo4 needed a baby picture for school, I motivated myself to sleeve the last 250 photos I’d printed out. They dated from 2008 to 2009, and I just needed to arrange them in order…
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“The question is,” said a childish voice in the dark, “to save the ship, or to save the passengers.” Last night. 9PM. I was cuddling Kiddo4 to help him get to sleep after a late nap left him wide-awake at…
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A scheduling oddity: as I’m doing drop-off for Kiddo4’s preschool, one of the radio stations does its “Celebrity Sleaze Minute.” There is nothing I could possibly care about less than the “Celebrity Sleaze Minute.” I’m largely out of touch with…
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1) I just horrified my lovely neighbor by singing “Christmas At Ground Zero” at the bus stop. She finally managed to say, “Weren’t you the person who asked me yesterday if it was disrespectful that the preschool taught your son…
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Question One: This has come up often enough that I figured I’d ask: how do you interpret this line from the Most Wonderful Time Of The Year: “There’ll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long-long…
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This appeared in the May/June 2006 issue of The Wittenburg Door (http://www.thedoormagazine.com). Ivy Reisner and I had an absolute blast writing it, and we were both thrilled when The Door snapped it up. She and I also co-wrote “Useless Conference…
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