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Tsukismom Speaks: September 2009
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Friday, September 25, 2009. Benjamin becomes a writer. Benjamin has a writing workshop each day in his class. He is beginning not just to tell stories, which he has been doing for about a year: now he wants me to write the story he dictates. Here is tonight's endeavor. After making sharks with play dough, he wanted to write this story. Friday, September 25, 2009. Friday, September 18, 2009. The pull away is almost as strong as the pull toward. We walked to sch...
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Tsukismom Speaks: July 2008
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Wednesday, July 23, 2008. Is Barack Obama My Daddy? Benjamin has been talking a lot about his daddy. Regular readers know that Ben and I adopted each other, I heard his heartbeat before he was born, he was in my arms at four hours old and hasn't left since. I adopted as a single parent. There is only my name on his birth certificate. Benjamin says "We have a small family: Momma, Benjamin and Lily.". Where does he live? Your daddy lives in Detroit.". We listene...
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Tsukismom Speaks: July 2009
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Sunday, July 26, 2009. This morning, a lazy morning. Blueberry pancakes at 10, sunshine warms us while they slide down. I promise myself I will remember to leave the seat up. No sense getting all worked up about it if you can’t pinpoint the culprit. All would deny responsibility, and blueberry pancake Sunday mornings are no time to go on a warlock hunt. I say, as gently as I can, “Dad we are on the path. We’re safe.”. Sunday, July 26, 2009.
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Tsukismom Speaks: March 2009
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Sunday, March 01, 2009. Today is very cold: 24 degrees and windy. But it's so bright and lovely, or at least it was during my walk with Ben and Lily. We went the the playground and then walked along Traver Creek. Ben poked the water and ice with his stick (he always picks a new one up,) and was thrilled when I told him he could bring this one into our apartment. Sunday, March 01, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Cynthia Bostwick, Ann Arbor, Michigan.
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Tsukismom Speaks: November 2008
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Wednesday, November 05, 2008. While we breathe we hope*. On Election night, Ben and I gathered the polling place signs in the First Ward in Ann Arbor. He wanted to sleep, but insisted I wake him so we could go the the “Barack Party” at the Dem headquarters. I opened his door and gently said, “Do you still want to go to the party, or do you want to go home and sleep? 8220;I want to go to the party," he said. “Will you carry me? Wednesday, November 05, 2008.
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Tsukismom Speaks: October 2009
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Thursday, October 15, 2009. Blog Action Day Climate Change. The world without ice? There's a new book asking us to imagine it. Today is Blog Action Day on Climate Change. 7,000 bloggers around the world are writing about global warming today. I'm one of them. October 24th is global action day when people all over the world are taking action on global climate warming issues. Write a letter. Park your car. Take a bus. Make it a habit. Yes, you can. Buy less stuf...
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Tsukismom Speaks: June 2008
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Friday, June 27, 2008. Ben and Lily and I are off to the northcountry. Up there, we have no electricity or running water. Seven sweet days of reading, swimming, biking, cooking over the fire and listening to the loons. Head north, cross the bridge, turn right drive until the land ends. Take a ferry. At the stop sign, turn right, drive until you see the bay. We'll greet you under the twin black spruce, by the boulders. Friday, June 27, 2008.
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Tsukismom Speaks: March 2008
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Wednesday, March 19, 2008. Another day dawning with rain:. Mud floating on still frozen. March lawn of dead grass,. Cold to the bone,. Shivering, sinus congestion,. To my four year old:. Another good puddle splashing day. Wednesday, March 19, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Cynthia Bostwick, Ann Arbor, Michigan. Looking south from Huron Bay. Nature surprises: can you see the frog? Favorite stops in the blogosphere. Blue November, a vision I can live with.
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Tsukismom Speaks: The Force
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I write because I must: it helps me breathe. Friday, September 18, 2009. The pull away is almost as strong as the pull toward. We walked to school this morning, the end of Ben’s second week as a kindergartner. At the top of the hill, he met up with a neighbor and friend, and said he wanted to walk in alone. I fell back a bit. Ben spun around. “No, Mom, I can walk alone. I want to walk alone.”. 8220;OK,” said I, “I’ll just walk behind to make sure you get to your room.”. 8221; he asked. Of course I obliged.