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Fred

My dad said that when he ran track that everyone called him Freddie. I don’t know when it happened, but I am pretty sure it was sometime around 2007, when students started calling me Fred. I don’t really like it, … Continue reading

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Blowing in the Wind

“How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man” Last night I had to work at parent teacher conferences. I spoke with so many moms who have sons graduating this spring. One mom said, “I just catch myself … Continue reading

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Sweet Sixteen

It’s quite possible that the person that invented the phrase sweet sixteen meant it as an oxymoron. In my experience sixteen has a temper and is a little moody. It’s May 17th and you, my birthday girl, my only girl, … Continue reading

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Suck it UP

Lizzie’s commitment to volleyball has started to rub off on me in unexpected ways (I watched Aaron Rodgers make two hail mary passes and even though I had to Google “hail mary pass” I can now say I have officially watched … Continue reading

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Quinn’s Song

Lately, when I tuck Quinn in bed, I sing to him. Sean’s been working all night and the older kids tend to be plugged in or never around (or, sigh, living in Seattle), so there are no critics to be … Continue reading

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Blink While You Breathe

I have just settled into my seat at Starbucks with the plan of a 2.5 hour grading session while Lizzie is at practice. This image of the kids popped up on my screen. I scrolled to a similar one of them … Continue reading

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Greta and the Angels

This has been the summer of many small deaths for me, some literal, some not. It has been one of many tears, of worry, of several hours of bad television. I have found a bit of comfort in feeling like my … Continue reading

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Eddie, Me, and the One Time I Never Spoke Up

I was seven when my parents transferred me to a private, mixed age level school. Before that, I went to a neighborhood school. The first time I remember actually feeling empathy mixed with fear was in kindergarten, when our fat, … Continue reading

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I See Your Florida and I Raise you a Game of Nerf Catch

It’s the hump day of my spring break, which is really turning out to not be a break (got the freelance job) and I am sitting at my filthy dining room table with Lizzie’s Lush face mask on my nose, … Continue reading

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The Gap

“Always there’s that space between what you feel and what you do, and in that gap, all human sadness lies.” Rodrigue George I am sitting in the parking lot of the dumpiest warehouse in all of Indiana. Inside there are … Continue reading

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