Sunday, April 12, 2015
On Owning Your Words
"Spic." The word, directed at me, was laced with vitriol. I was eight years old, and I didn't know what it meant; I only ...
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
From One Writer to Another
After we'd left all of our bags and coats in a locked room, they led us into a windowless classroom inside the library where a large scr...
Monday, March 30, 2015
#Microblog Mondays: The Things I (Now) Hate
We were coloring (not drawing) with markers. Despite the stockpile of crayons in all 96 colors (and more, given the slight variations in c...
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Out of Time
Driving over the hill, I had to shade my eyes from the sun; the light was all wrong. It was mid-day, and I'd taken the morning off to ...
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Bystander Intervention, and the Comeback
(reposted in an expanded version from Facebook) I don't usually stop at Starbucks in the morning. I make my own coffee, and even when...
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Last night, as the kids ate dumplings and sushi and sate (ordered in) at the kitchen counter, becaus...
Monday, March 9, 2015
#Microblog Monday: Read to Me
(technically posted on Tuesday, I guess.) This weekend, during a long drive (you'll just have to wait to find out where I went!), I li...
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