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Life is Funny.

Funny as in ha-ha-ha, sometimes. Funny as in hmm, that’s odd, more times. Funny as in IRONIC, most times. Why is it, do you think, that we (me, my family, like that) keep having the same struggles over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and
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Thoughts on Kindness and Small Efforts

There’s time for it. It doesn’t take all day. It doesn’t have to cost anything, really. Even if you’re one of those people (like me) who show their love through foodstuffs made of white flour and butter, there’s always the option of NOT BAKING. Smiling at people is not the hardest thing you’ll do today,
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Probably I’d Like to Not Be A Nazi.

Sometimes people are just a little too. You know? Just a little too. Too angry, too awesome, too obsessive, too perfect, too clever, too moody, too gorgeous, too eager, too sure, too ridiculous. I think I’d like to be just enough. Of all those things. And all the other things. I was reading a mass-marketing
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Proud Mom Blog Post (feel free to skip)

I just have to say this. My Kid 1, who is amazing at a whole lot of things, nevertheless wonders about her own awesome, occasionally. She questions her performance (wonder where she gets THAT?) and consistently thinks she could be doing things better. Today, a Piece of Mail arrived (in the post box, isn’t that
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Personal Pledges of Feminism (sort of)

So I’ve had occasion lately to ponder my take on feminism. Here’s a weird thing about me. I’ve never aligned myself with feminism as a Thing, because I grew up in a home and a society that looked upon angry, noisy, bra-burning women with gentle pity and regret. In my brain, I assumed those women
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I read.

I finished a book, put it down, and thought, “That was really, really great.” But the thing is, reading it, I didn’t necessarily feel that way. I picked it up because several friends recommended it. And I trust them. So, I plodded through it a little. With a few exceptions: times the author’s prose made
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Moving Right Along

I did it, guys. I survived January. And not only survived, but I had fun inside that madhouse of a month. And I finished the long-term substitute teaching business. It was nearly every day of 2 months, and some kids were growing tired of me, and to a lesser extent, I of (a few of)
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Verbatim

Here’s a transcription of the conversation between the boy and me, written on notebook paper during church today. He’s nine, remember? Boy: Mom, For this halloween I want to get a black morph suit and put my Batman shirt over it and make a mask. I could break off plastic spoon tops and put them
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