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1M ago
  There was only ten minutes in between the junior varsity and the varsity game. Ten minutes to explain how the scoreboard which was dedicated to my brother came to be. Ten minutes to leave people with a sense of who he was and why he mattered to so many people. Neal Curland spoke first. He thanked all the people who made this happen.  It went something like this...The Windham High School gym was beautifully renovated but there were only enough funds for one scoreboard. One. People were disappointed. Chatter began. Neal hatched an idea, went to the Board of Ed and got their support ..read more
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Thad
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1M ago
When you’re asked by a friend, “Would you like a copy of his obituary?” And you think, “Maybe. Do I?” Where will I put it? Next to Dan’s? In the ‘Dead Brother’ file which until now only held one? Who will find it? Will they even know? Will it get yellowed, soft, and torn, something to be thrown away with the rest of things people don’t want any more once you too are gone? Do I want it? He’s ashes. Memories and flashbacks. An unopened voicemail. Do I want it? It says nothing of the suffering and the trauma and the body that failed him or of the confusion about why he was the one to lay wa ..read more
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Taming Coco
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1M ago
  The Coco Saga continues.  Three private lessons were not enough to teach her some manners. It was off to Saturday school with all the other dogs that needed to amend their rude ways. We were last to arrive at the facility. All the other dogs and their parents apparently subscribe to the 'If you aren't early, then you're late' philosophy. We are the kind of people that need frequent reminders of what day it is and on a Saturday, time is suspended if you're my husband. He only comes in if it's dark and sometimes not even then. We arrived two minutes before the start of class ..read more
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Gin Running
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3y ago
Gin double-checked her boarding pass for her seat number- 28C.  She passed through business class scanning the seat numbers and kept ongoing.  There it was.  She was the first to arrive in her row making things a bit easier.  She put her tote down on the empty aisle seat, then swung her carry-on up and into the overhead bin. Done, she shimmied her way across the two seats to hers, the window seat.  She put her tote between her feet and felt for the seat belt. She'd just buckled when a couple, apparently 28Aand 28B, began to settle in as well.  The woman, 28B, sat ..read more
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The Importance of JLo. Yup. I just said that.
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4y ago
I loved her costume.  I loved Shakira’s costume. I didn’t find them offensive nor did I feel like "the kids should leave the room.” If my kids were in the same room, I would have pointed at JLo and said, “She’s in her 50’s, too.” Besides have you seen what the kids are watching on Netflix or Tiktok or Youtube or a million other places?  I’m not advocating for unfettered internet access- keep them off social media as long as you can.  But some of the shows they are watching are so good. They are good at laying all those things parents have a hard time talking about with their own kids right o ..read more
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Show and Tell
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4y ago
Today was “Show and Tell” at work.  I work in a private school. We get to do things like this. It was our very first back-to-work activity before kids arrive next week. I was somewhere in the middle of the group and I had plenty of time to see what others decided to share.  They brought out photos and crafts their kids had made. They showed us recipes and talked about the irony of writing a secret recipe down. They talked about family jewelry and one fabulous story about a family with Welsh origins whose ancestors once burned a castle down. But they got theirs when their family home was burn ..read more
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Loving Lo
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4y ago
It was move-in day at college. She was in and we were both exhausted. It was 102 degrees but we did it. I swear it was 83 degrees there at 4 a.m. I swiped my $8.00 parking ticket off my windshield, bought her lunch, got a Carolina cap for my collection, and then I left her standing in front of her dorm. It's was too late to start the drive back. I stayed in a hotel tonight after deciding to leave in the morning. But talk about feeling conflicted. I was telling her the story recently about how after she was born I had postpartum depression. It took me awhile to feel like I bonded with her ..read more
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