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, , , , , , , becca September 22, 2016

Eavesdropping — A Dialog-Writing Exercise

So yesterday in my Novel Writing class, I sent the kids into the commons for the last 20  minutes of class, which happens to correspond with the lunch they don’t have. The commons was full of teenage humans. I instructed mine to sit down somewhere and start eavesdropping. They were to write down random lines
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, , becca March 2, 2016

Thoughts on Growing Up, Again and Again.

I was always kind of offended by the phrase “terrible twos” – is it really fair to condemn a toddler for acting his age? But I get the problem. I totally do. And I think I know why it is what it is. (*Easy for me to say, my youngest is 12.) Here’s what I
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, , , , , becca August 19, 2015

Open Letter to My Little Girl on Starting High School This Week

You’re doing it. High school. So, natch, I’m doing it – passing out advice. It’s more a list than a letter. Because you’re a busy girl and you’ve got places to go. Here are Things I Know about you starting high school. Ready? 1. Sometimes people are mean. 2. (This is WAY more important than
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, , becca March 11, 2015

Open Letter to the High School Kid who Played Ball with my Boy

Thank you. I’m not talking to the You who was my student, or the You who is a poet. Right now I’m talking to the You my boy watches at the varsity basketball games. The You who makes effortless three-pointers. The You who smiles and congratulates other players who play well – on your team
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, , becca February 16, 2014

A Proud-Making Moment

My 10-year-old son just finished reading THE BOOK THIEF. He worked on it for several days, but it’s literacy month at his elementary school, so he’s got loads of external push for reading a bunch of minutes. Today he spent two and a half hours finishing it, and when he was done, he walked down
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, , , , , becca November 9, 2013

My Boy

The sunlight slides down-and-across the wall. Partly reclined, I sit propped against four pillows (one too hard, one too soft, one flat as paper, and one Just Right) writing notes on Whitman and Miss Emily Dickinson. He comes in, grinning and waving, and crawls in beside me, bed-warm toes against my leg, reading the words
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, , becca December 2, 2012

To Be Nervous, or Not To Be Nervous…

That is the question, people. Tomorrow I begin my first long-term subbing job. Will it be awesome? It will. Why?  Wait for it: It’s teaching AP English and Drama. Guys. *Snort* THEY’RE PAYING ME FOR THIS! I get to direct plays. And teach Shakespeare (along with other poetry, which can be amazing or terrifying, you
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, , becca November 25, 2012

My poor kids.

So the Boy (he’s 8 — for 3 more weeks) is the only one in this house (well, besides me, on occasion) who has had a Real Haircut in the past decade. He had a trim (with a Free Haircut coupon) at the beginning of September. So, for the past week, I may have *possibly*
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