Author: Jocelyn

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7 Reasons You Need the Free Crap We Set out on the Curb

I’m an accomplished trudger. Every time I carry a basket of dirty clothes from the master bedroom down two floors to the basement, I adopt a full-on trudge. Usually no one’s home when I do the trudge, but even if they are, they don’t care. The ingrates hardly notice my slow,...

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Competitive Potlucking: Party

We had a concept. We had an invitation. We had a guest list. We had promotion. Eventually, the big day arrived. It was time to potluck. Competitively. As always, the set-up took a fair bit of time. Fortunately, after the Children’s Stories Potluck of 2014, we’d set our neighbors’ long tables...

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Competitive Potlucking: Promotion

The beauty of social media is that it can not only be used to issue invitations to a party, it can also be used to remind invitees of the upcoming event. The hosts can occasionally post a little tidbit to the event page, attempting to wring one or two more...

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Competitive Potlucking: Invitation

My mom had a punch bowl. I do not have a punch bowl. I don’t need one. The only reason I’d need a punch bowl is to hold my excess shoes, the ones I can’t fit on the floor of my closet. Or on the floor of the back porch....

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Swiftly

The whole thing took less than a second–the fleeting fraction of a second, in fact. It was a flash. A blip. A blur. The whole thing passed so quickly I didn’t fully feel it until the next day, the day after, again today, right now, in the dark, petrified spot at the bottom...

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when your kid is sick (guest post)

Social media inspires mighty lots of moaning. So much is lost! No one talks face-to-face anymore! Everyone on [insert social media platform of choice] is dumb! Rude! Annoying! People waste too much time clicking on stupid stuff! When these kids grow up and try to get jobs, they won’t know how...

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I Bought from the Registry but Still Got No Invite

Nicki Hilton got married a few months ago to James Rothschild at Kensington Palace. Bewilderingly, my invitation went missing in the mail. The USPS, she flounders. It’s a shame my invite never plopped through the slot onto our front porch. Unquestionably, I would’ve gone. And if I’d attended, not only would I...

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Celebrate the Student

This week, I start my 25th year of teaching college English. The brain, she boggles. Brain has been along for the entire ride–since the first day my clammy hands pushed open the door of a classroom on the University of Idaho campus. Clutching a stack of fresh-off-the-ditto-machine, purple-inked syllabi to my chest,...

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Twelve Moments of Summer with My Twelve-Year-Old: DAY TWELVE

On the twelfth day of Summer(mas), my middle schooler gave to me: twelve plushies thrumming —————— We can trace it through the generations: the impulse towards creative expression. Paco’s paternal grandmother is an artist, a painter. Paco’s paternal grandfather is an architect, a photographer. Paco’s maternal grandmother is a hand quilter,...

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Twelve Days of Summer with My Twelve-Year-Old: DAY ELEVEN

On the eleventh day of summer(mas), my middle schooler gave to me: eleven piped positives ———————————– From the start, Allegra was crazy about her little brother. Excited from her soon-to-be-shorn scalp* right down to her slow-healing umbilical hernia, she gloried in having a buddy for life. For “Brudder,” she had...

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