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“The love of a dead person counted, too.”
What would your answer be if someone said to you, in all earnestness: “I really wanted only to know how you are faring? Whether you are happy? Whether you are loved. The rest is immaterial.” What would your answer be? At various times, I can claim to feel loved. More often, though, I feel unloved.…
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Well May the World Go…
Well may the world go, The world go, the world go, Well may the world go, When I’m far away. And, now, Pete Seeger is far away. Or maybe not. So much has been written and said of this great singer and activist – I can hardly add much to the beautiful tributes of others.…
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‘Competitive Mindfulness’
I’m smiling, as I read this article posted on FaceBook by a friend: Against ‘Competitive Mindfulness’ | Child Mind Institute. I reminds me of my first yoga teacher, who introduced me to Iyengar yoga when I was in college at University of California Santa Cruz (yes, the Banana Slug school, but we didn’t have the…
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Root canal – Part 2
I was both dreading and looking forward to today’s visit to my lovely dentist, Dr. G. The adventure started about two weeks ago, with a weekend of pain, followed by relief/torture in his office, as he began the root canal procedure, and relieved the pressure of an infected root. If you missed it, I described…
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And, just as I was giving up hope…
My cell phone turned up this morning. Or rather, I found it while searching frantically for my glasses. Where had it been hiding? Slipped into the pillowcase of one of the pillows on J’s bed, where I must have tucked it in when I fell asleep with him on Saturday night. My glasses? Not located…
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Oh where, oh where…
Has my cell phone gone? Oh where, oh where can it be?? I had it last night. I can’t find it today. I’m sure it’s somewhere in the house. I’ve looked everywhere that I remember going in the house last night. It’s not in the car. It’s not in any of the pockets in the…
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Root canal, really?
I hate going to the dentist. HATE it! I don’t typically go every six months, like I’m supposed to. I’ve been blessed with strong teeth (thanks mom and dad!) and I do brush regularly (not so great with the flossing) and i’ve been lucky for several decades. Usually the hygienist shakes her head at my…
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Individual attention
The anniversary of our “gotcha day” for our boys is just around the corner, and it’s a great time for reflection on parenting. My first time around, as a mom, with one easy-going daughter, I never had to worry about dividing my time between siblings – all my parenting time was hers. Now, with two…
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Spirit Week
This week at S’s school is spirit week. Every day the kids are supposed to wear specific clothes, like: pajama day, wear a certain color and Tuesday was fancy clothes day. I loathed spirit week when I was growing up – and i don’t remember having such activities in elementary school. The most we had…
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Growing up Anglophile
I was born in England, and carry a British passport (in addition to my American one), but I have a decidedly American accent, American habits, and American sensibilities. And, yet, I’ve always loved England, and more specifically, London. I love English food (really!), and drafty old English houses, and the amazing museums and galleries of…
