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They’ve Begun To
“When two people decide to get a divorce, it isn’t a sign that they ‘don’t understand’ one another, but a sign that they have, at last, begun to.”–Helen Rowland Our next door neighbors recently signed divorce papers. In the ways that divorce can be awful, it has been. The husband has been angry, betrayed, wanting
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You Can Tell Rough and Final Drafts of Research Papers are Hitting When I Start Vlogging Due to Limited Hours in the Day, But What I Really Mean to Say Is ‘The Calla Lilies Are In Bloom Again’
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May All Your Nothings Hold Up Something and Sing
As an agnostic, I’m open to possibility, skeptical of surety, and don’t feel too judgmental about anyone’s version of what happens after death. Sudden blackness? I am blinded by the idea of it. Transcendence to Heaven? The notion transports me. Limbo? My opinion hangs in the balance. Reincarnation? I’ll get back to you next
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Police Files
There’s the famous Nick Nolte mug shot, taken after a particularly fine night of driving under the influence: And then there’s the photo Groom took of me yesterday when he was setting up a backdrop and stool for his latest digital photography class assignment of “taking portraits.” Trust me, I wasn’t his true subject.
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It’s Not Br’er Rabbit, I’ll Tell You That Much
Gracious, but I’m having Race Around the State for Work week here! I spent last Thursday through Saturday in Minneapolis, attending the faculty union State Delegate Assembly, which is always a hoot (as we say here in the Midwest when we’re not busy stabbing each other with niceness); at this Delegate Assembly, for several hours, I got
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Every New Beginning Comes from Some Other Beginning’s End
So we have the possibility of Prague on the horizon. The family is interested in exchanging but would need a local university to “invite” the father, who will be on sabbatical too, to come here under its umbrella. Thus far, one local economics department has turned him down. He doesn’t require any pay–just the invitation so
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Bless Me and Keep me
When I first had kids, exercise became the Sole Protected Hour in my day. Although I was on call around the clock with breastfeeding, peek-a-booing, and tushie wiping, when I was out for a run or at the gym, my time was my own, uninterrupted by others’ needs. I became so vehement about not
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The Kids Are on Spring Break This Week, Which Means I’ve Been Playing with Clay and Moon Sand and Building Towers out of Blocks and All Sorts of Other Things That Aren’t Blogging–Which Pretty Much Explains Why This Post Is Heavy on Pictures
This punkin’ right here had a sleepover birthday party last Friday night. As of this writing (the Thursday following the party), I’ve almost recovered. I’ll also attribute my slow recovery to the fact that Groom was out of town for a couple of days after the party, and during his absence I took the kids to
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One of Twenty-Three Student Emails in My Inbox
Really, unedited does it best: Jocelyn: I do not know if you check the pager, but I have had a really awful three weeks. Without much detail, I think you would understand that I have missed a quiz due to misreading the due date as the 31st contributing much of my recent confusion to
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Ten Years Since the Blue Moon
I beg the forbearance of my long-time readers with this post, as it’s a re-run (albeit updated) from three years ago. However, because it’s a personal favorite, I hope you’ll hang in there for a re-read…or perhaps for a first-time through. —————————————– “Ten Years Since the Blue Moon” I got engaged and pregnant on the
