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Monthly Archive for January, 2012

Our Thing

It’s rare that I’ll eat a date without thinking of my dad.  Or without seeing him in my mind halving the thing with a butter knife to evict the pit when pulling the thing apart with my fingers is all I’ve ever done.  And all anyone should do. And it’s near impossible that I don’t hear […]

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Enough

If we were toy-less and had just this salad spinner to pump and whir, pump and whir ’til the thing nearly orbited out of the kitchen, it would be enough. And if we never owned a single Lego but had just this wad of red suckers to poke through the holes of the salad basket.. […]

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On days like today when hitting myself with a hammer sounds more appealing than teaching adjectives to someone whose focus skipped out with the sunshine, I try to remind myself that if homeschooling were easy and guaranteed some semblance of sanity, then we’d all be doing it. Maybe. I don’t know. It’s just that some […]

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Todd

Todd. I don’t think we know anybody with that name. Nor anyone by association.  Not grandparents.  Not close friends or far friends, preschool kids. Nobody. Which doesn’t that mean it’s not a great name.  Or that I shouldn’t be flattered when my son grips my waist and whispers, “I love you, Todd.” Todd. Mommy. One […]

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Making a Memory

If you’ve bought or been given a game of Memory in the last ten years, then you know there’s something lacking. It’s called ‘fun.’ Last year we pulled out Dora Memory and tried to match Dora wearing her backpack and smiling behind her with another Dora wearing her backpack and smiling behind her.  Which wasn’t […]

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In the Here and Now

About this time yesterday, I forgot I had anything to be thankful for. Our electricity had gone out at six a.m.—the same time I stuffed myself into three jackets and a scarf and wandered around the house like I was waiting for a bus.  In Alaska. Our kids pleaded for the eighth time to throw […]

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First Gear

It isn’t that life stops around here when it snows. Not completely. Sure–Ain’t nobody goin’ anywhere.  ‘Cause they can’t. But ain’t nobody late either.  ‘Cause there ain’t nothin’ to be late for. Life just sort of putters in first gear.  A gear we mostly forget about.  Until it’s all we have. I came downstairs this […]

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Love Interpreted

Sometimes when a brother says, “I love you,” he doesn’t use words. Instead, while you sleep with a worn out gut, he surrounds you with loose pillows, two red and a white, and finalizes your private hut with a laundry basket above your head. He becomes a detail man. He arranges your scarf like a […]

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Mother Hen

As we prayed for a pregnant friend last night, my son interrupted.  “But the baby’s not a boy, mom.” I put my hands on his small shoulders and whispered what I knew, “Yes, honey.  The baby is a boy.” There was a second of silence. “Buuuut,” my son stammered, the wheels in his head grinding. […]

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Rocker Shocker

There appears to be no point as to why our leather chair rocks– the chair our cat favors, the chair that reclines with a jolt and flips our feet the height of our head when we grab the inside lever. Because no one ever just sits in the chair to rock. Which doesn’t mean, I […]

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