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Done with Mirrors: The Toddlerhood of Cool
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Thursday, February 26, 2009. The Toddlerhood of Cool. When I told my 3-year-old son that we’d be going shoe shopping, his immediate response was:. 8220;I want Spiderman shoes! I’ll admit that, in the past, I’ve caved in to those big blue eyes staring up at me from the seat of the Target shopping cart and been coerced into buying Thomas the Tank Engine sneakers or Lightning McQueen sandals. . 8220;But he loooooves Thomas! Surely such a display of cuteness must justify my impulse purchase. 8221; . Arrivi...
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Done with Mirrors: Emblazoned Behinds Need Not Apply
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Emblazoned Behinds Need Not Apply. Amsterdam, to put it bluntly, is not like anyplace around here. . No pun intended on the word “blunt”, although there seemed to be more pot-friendly “coffee shops” than non-pot-vending “coffee houses.”) . The houses are tall and narrow with cartoonish tops that lean out over the street as if Dr. Seuss was the city planner. . There’s one thing, however, that Amsterdam does NOT have:. No fancy sport bikes here; everything clangs and clatters,...
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Done with Mirrors: Alternative Easter Baskets
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Sunday, April 12, 2009. When my father passed away, my mother asked if there was anything of his that I wanted to keep. . Anything at all. . She had her memories, she said, and anything I wanted I could take from the house and keep. . My dad was a simple man – not flashy, not wooed by material things. . He was highly educated, a medical professional, yet he wouldn’t use a computer. . And the pocket knife was a little thing, but a perpetual memory of childhood. . Any loose thread, envelope, piece of...
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Done with Mirrors: Back and packing
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. Each year, Fall does fewer things to endear itself to me. In fact, I think it goes out of its way to make me hate it more and more. This year, my least favorite season leached out of its boundaries into August and well past December. Fall, I shake my fist at you and the grimness you bring. . Suffice it to say, I didn't feel much like "blogging", and now I need a vacation. Enter my cousin Gretchen and her plane tickets. 160;That made me. I have an aqua polka-dot suitcase, a...
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Done with Mirrors: July 2008
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Monday, July 7, 2008. This definitely isn't Disney World. My parents were masters of the Cheap Family Vacation. So expert were they, that my sister and I really thought there was no one else who was having as much fun as we were. Our vacations were always to Washington DC (stayed with family) or Quebec City (cheap Canadian dollar), and we always drove (never flew) but still - we fancied ourselves well-traveled. Except when it came to Disney World. If we could just go to Disney World like everyone else.
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Done with Mirrors: February 2009
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Thursday, February 26, 2009. The Toddlerhood of Cool. When I told my 3-year-old son that we’d be going shoe shopping, his immediate response was:. 8220;I want Spiderman shoes! I’ll admit that, in the past, I’ve caved in to those big blue eyes staring up at me from the seat of the Target shopping cart and been coerced into buying Thomas the Tank Engine sneakers or Lightning McQueen sandals. . 8220;But he loooooves Thomas! Surely such a display of cuteness must justify my impulse purchase. 8221; . Arrivi...
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Done with Mirrors: May 2009
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Thursday, May 7, 2009. The first movie that I remember being terrified by was Jaws. Everyone was scared of sharks the summer Jaws came out – even the poster was eerie – but I was terrified at the molecular level. I blame my parents and the Kingston Drive-In. Of course, it doesn’t help that we live in Massachusetts, not far from where the movie was set, where I was sure there was a family of Great Whites swimming around looking to seek revenge on Chief Brody. Did you see Jaws 2? Hearing the music from the...
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Done with Mirrors: April 2009
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Sunday, April 12, 2009. When my father passed away, my mother asked if there was anything of his that I wanted to keep. . Anything at all. . She had her memories, she said, and anything I wanted I could take from the house and keep. . My dad was a simple man – not flashy, not wooed by material things. . He was highly educated, a medical professional, yet he wouldn’t use a computer. . And the pocket knife was a little thing, but a perpetual memory of childhood. . Any loose thread, envelope, piece of...
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Done with Mirrors: March 2009
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Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Emblazoned Behinds Need Not Apply. Amsterdam, to put it bluntly, is not like anyplace around here. . No pun intended on the word “blunt”, although there seemed to be more pot-friendly “coffee shops” than non-pot-vending “coffee houses.”) . The houses are tall and narrow with cartoonish tops that lean out over the street as if Dr. Seuss was the city planner. . There’s one thing, however, that Amsterdam does NOT have:. No fancy sport bikes here; everything clangs and clatters,...
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Done with Mirrors: Mathletes, not Athletes
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Monday, June 1, 2009. Mathletes, not Athletes. I don’t mind the one-and-a-half mile walk between the train and the office, but every once in a while I get the feeling that I’ll turn into a blancmange with a weak heart if I don’t do something more strenuous. . With that in mind, I’ve begun riding my bike on a semi-regular basis. . I don’t get very far, and I return on wobbly vermicelli legs with my whole family laughing at me as I gasp for water and collapse on the couch. . But the effort is there.
