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I learned to read at a very young age. I taught myself to read, by first memorizing the books that my mother read to me, then learning to read the print that went along with the words, and then making … Continue reading
This summer’s unusually hot weather has me constantly complaining about: the heat and humidity, my lack of central air conditioning, the noise and inefficiency of the window air conditioning units, and let’s not forget my frizzy hair. [And, uh, no. I feel no need to post a photo of said frizzy hair!]
All this complaining brings up the question: is Air Conditioning a necessity or is it a luxury?
My mother, who grew up in the city, describes sitting out on the sidewalk under a streetlamp playing cards until 10:00 in the evening, because it was just too hot to be inside. Air conditioning only started to become common in office buildings, stores, and public buildings in the 1960s. […] Continue reading
“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk?” –Albert Einstein My house is a mess. Seriously, it’s a total mess at the moment. There are boxes all over, clean laundry … Continue reading
I have confession to make: My kids fight with each other. A lot.
Two recent conversations with friends about their kids’ relentless arguing has me thinking about sibling rivalry. My father once described the job of a parent as part cheerleader, part teacher, part playmate, and part traffic cop — keeping the kids apart during the worst of the fighting.
If I hear one more person tell me, “my boys are each other’s best friends,” or, “my kids couldn’t bear to spend the summer apart,” I think it might send me to the looney bin. My kids, um, definitely not each other’s best friends.
But here the thing: I’m OK with that. […] Continue reading
Wondering why there’s a photo of George Foreman? I promise, it’ll be clear if you keep reading. But this post really isn’t about Mr. Foreman. I read something by Real Delia the other day, and I’m still mulling it over. … Continue reading