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Imma Tell You This One More Thing

I wanted to remember this: While Kid 2 and I were waiting in the “handicap access [1]” section of the lobby before Matilda started (this in on Broadway, remember? in New York? A few days ago? Remember?) we were watching people come pick up their tickets from will-call, and these two (let’s not sugar-coat this)
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Catch Up

WHAAA? It’s totally April, amigos. And I have been delinquent in a whole lot of my regular things. But I have such good reasons. Good Reason #1: I went to New York with Kids 1 and 2 and 7 other cute high school kids and a bunch of adult chaperones for a week of theatre
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An Ode to Free WiFi

Oh, free WiFi, joy of my Lazy days, How I appreciate you… When I’m in New York. Where you aren’t. Or if you are, You’re unreliable and Patchy. Much like Myself, But I’d hoped better from you.
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Overheard, Discouraging High School Edition

Yesterday afternoon, in a soaking freezing spring rain, I sat alone in a wet stadium chair and watched 30 minutes of Kid 2’s track meet. I watched kids run their guts out in 100 meter increments. I watched them pump and stride and hustle past. I was proud to be there, proud to know so
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Life is Happening Everywhere

Remember how I was talking a little while ago about kindness, and how it’s sort of always the answer? I remember that, too. I want you to see this video, but remember me and linkablities? I have issues. Anyhow, here is the YouTube address for the loveliest message. It’s by the Cleveland Clinic, and technically
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The thing about Outlining

Serious writers outline. Everyone knows this. They create visualization boards and put awesome color-coded cards on corkboards with pushpins. They keep character bibles. They plan out Three Main Points of Action, they catalog the Try-Fail cycles, they draw sweeping character arcs. I try to do these things. I try to be an outliner. I can’t.
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Twit. Tweet. Twittery. I don’t know.

A few months ago, Lovely Agent told me I should do Twitter. As in, “Well, yeah. Of course you should do Twitter.” Except she’s much more lyrical in all her speech than I ever am in my reporting thereof. So I signed up. For Twitter. And I’ve spent some hours over the past few months
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Breathe In. Breathe Out. Repeat.

When my Kids were little, I heard my brilliant sister say these words to a starting-to-melt-down toddler (hers, not mine) : “You don’t have to worry about that. Just worry about breathing in and out. That’s your job right now.” And I went, “Huh? You can say that to a kid?” And then I hugged
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