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Deborah
Friday, November 20 2009
I just called the supervisor at the camp my son's attending this week, to let him know that my parents were going to pick Lawrence up tomorrow. I couldn't remember if they were on the emergency form or not. "I'll check on that when we get back from Berkeley Ironworks," he said. I knew they had a field trip planned (it's a climbing gym) but I had... Read more
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Deborah
Tuesday, November 10 2009
About ten years ago, I went to a craft fair with my parents. My parents go to the type of craft fairs that have handwoven coats and custom made wood furniture. I fell in love with some custom-made leather boots. They created a mold for your feet and lower legs and made the boots from that. They cost $500 (I got the sterling silver buttons). They... Read more
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Deborah
Wednesday, November 04 2009
I let the most bizarre things fall through the cracks. At home it's usually something small, like when I was steeping herbs in olive oil, and left them in the jars for over a year (it should have only been a month or so). At work it's usually something small too. Not all the time, but frequently enough to be a potential problem.
It only... Read more
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Deborah
Wednesday, October 21 2009
My son Lawrence started kindergarten last year. It was kind of tough on him. The class was three hours long, and they only had a short, ten minute recess about halfway through. And unlike pre-school, there was a curriculum that had to be completed by the end of the year. Goodbye Show and Tell, hello learning by rote. His teacher was wonderful and... Read more
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Deborah
Thursday, October 08 2009
I'm in a meeting at work (actually, a presentation) and I'm noting, as usual, how still most people (okay, pretty much everyone in the room) are compared to me. The word "still" rarely applies to me, but it's most noticeable in situations like this. I shift position, jiggle my knee, twirl a lock of hair, pick at my nails.
I look around... Read more