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Dorothy is Not a Vocabulary Word and Other Life Defining Moments,

“There’s a feeling here inside That I cannot hide And I know I’ve tried But it’s turning me around I’m not sure that I’m aware If I’m up or down Or here or there I need both feet on the … Continue reading

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The Thread

I have a strange confession to make. I follow Michael Phelps on Instgram. I do not follow any other famous people. Not on Twitter. Not on Facebook. Not on any book. I am not a sports fan. I rarely catch … Continue reading

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Rumor Has it, It’s Siblings Day

I guess there is something called “Siblings Day?” Fine, here are three of mine. 75% is the best I can do on a Friday night, and if you, like me, have a daughter on the edge of thirteen, you will … Continue reading

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Just Another Monday

I ate too many Swedish meatballs. My aunt Shirley watches Quinn while I am teaching and though there are lots of wonderful things I can tell you about her, the main thing that you need to understand is that she … Continue reading

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Heavy Decisions

I have been debating whether or not to finally go ahead and cut off these precious cherub curls. Ironically enough, I came across this poem that I wrote for Luke in December, 1998: First Haircut A white bank envelope full … Continue reading

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Quinn

Today I held my newest cousin, all seven little pounds of him. It is the first time I have held a newborn since Quinn was born and it made me think of all that has happened between then and now … Continue reading

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The Un-Doing, Let’s Begin

During a high school Spring, I went to Racine, Wisconsin with my paternal grandmother to fill up jugs of fresh spring water from a well. I recall telling her that I would like to die in springtime. She gasped at … Continue reading

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