Author: Jocelyn
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Book Giveaway
I have a thing about bananas. Because they are my preferred breakfast food, I need to have them in the house at all times. If we are out of bananas, or even if we are running low, I can’t relax. If need be, I will zip down to the grocery store after dark, just to…
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The Shoehog’s Fluevblog
When I was in my early twenties, I lived in a cabin outside of Boulder, Colorado, with some friends. One of my roommates loved animals and was the owner of a wolf — technically 15/16 wolf — and a ferret. Also noteworthy was the personality of the animal owner, a woman who was eternally willing…
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Books for 13-Year-Olds
Recently, I did some crowd sourcing on Facebook, asking folks for help in coming up with a book that Paco and a couple of his friends — a group of seventh graders — could read for school as a sort of book club. Now, Paco is a persnickety reader. He wanted a book that was either sci-fi…
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Baby, You’re a Star
At the end of each quarter at the high school, many students’ schedules undergo shifts. Maybe they switch to taking the required Health course, or maybe external pushes and pulls result in the order of their classes getting switched around. Sometimes, those pushes and pulls cause a student to be moved into the class of…
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A Day in the Life: I Am a Hat Rack
Four years ago, a new semester started in my online classes, and I got scared. In one of my sections of research writing, a section that was very lively from the first day and never ceased to have excellent energy, there was this one student, and she made me nervous. You see, during the first…
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I Didn’t Eat the Booger
It’s my birthday. I’m 49 today. I’m also in the midst of recovering from shoulder surgery, in a semi-diminished state that has left me feeling grateful for many things on this day of taking stock. Example #1: Last week, Byron and I were standing in the bathroom, with him waiting to assist me in some…
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In a Funk
“How can it smell so bad? We just showered you yesterday!” As I stand in the kitchen sniffing my fingertips, Byron is incredulous. Bruno Mars is still backstage polishing his loafers, yet there is some serious funk going on. I press my fingertips to my nose, and it is a testament to my steel stomach…
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I Want to Hold Their Hands, Part 2: A Day in the Life of a Stay-at-Home Father and English Teacher
Below is Part 2 of my friend Andy’s “Day in the Life” essay, detailing his hours as a stay-at-home father and English teacher. This one focuses on the teaching. If you missed Part 1, you can read it here. ———————– When we finally get home, I see that it is almost 2 pm. This means…
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I Want to Hold Their Hands, Part I: A Day in the Life of a Stay-at-Home Father and English Teacher
A few weeks ago, when I posted “Salt on the Road,” a rundown of a day in my working life, I put out a call to others: I love knowing what people do for their work; more specifically, I wondered if there was anyone who would be willing to write an essay detailing his/her daily…
