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once you learn to read, you will be forever free | oh, sugar!
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September 12, 2011 / Chrisi. Once you learn to read, you will be forever free. When I was a kid, I read voraciously. When my dad was tired of seeing me sitting in the house reading, he would tell me to go outside. So I would obediently move to our porch swing and would remain out there until it was time to come inside and get ready for bed. We were all lucky- we had parents and teachers in our lives who instilled in us the joy of reading:. How do we change this? Put a ring on it.or share it! You are comm...
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oh, sugar! | hope & joy | Page 2
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October 11, 2011 / Chrisi. Disclaimer: This is the rough start to what I hope will eventually be my novel, book, or whatever this turns into; a work of facts woven through fiction. A work in progress. So I reserve the right to come back to this post to edit, as writers are often wont to do. Anything can be a trauma, it turns out. I always thought “trauma” applied only to large, disastrous events, like going to war or getting in a car accident. Filed under My story. September 12, 2011 / Chrisi. Alexandria...
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sigh | oh, sugar!
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Just the tip of the iceberg, folks-. I’m easily annoyed with stupid people, I don’t mind spending $5 on a well-made coffee-type beverage if it’s going to be good (I’m talkin’ chai lattes here, people), and I love my job. I don’t use my degree in rhetoric at work (shocking), so I get my. I enjoy knocking on strangers’ doors, and think there is nothing in this world more exhilerating or fun than registering voters. (Is that weird? I’m a wife, friend, sister, cool Auntie, perpetual hopemonger. I’m the...
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a trauma | oh, sugar!
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October 11, 2011 / Chrisi. Disclaimer: This is the rough start to what I hope will eventually be my novel, book, or whatever this turns into; a work of facts woven through fiction. A work in progress. So I reserve the right to come back to this post to edit, as writers are often wont to do. Anything can be a trauma, it turns out. I always thought “trauma” applied only to large, disastrous events, like going to war or getting in a car accident. Numb Because even feeling nothing is really feeling. I was wo...
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digital footprints in the sand | oh, sugar!
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January 1, 2012 / Chrisi. Digital footprints in the sand. Alright, I’m about to say “Enough! 8221; to all the digital profiles, online accounts, and private networking sites. I know this may well be “career suicide” for someone who manages Web and social media content for a national non-profit, and just took on the new role of “Community Manager” as well, but seriously. Do it, Google yourself. See what comes up? Half your freakin’ life if you’re like me! WAMU (local NPR network). To be continued…. Click ...
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canvassing in the other america | oh, sugar!
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January 8, 2012 / Chrisi. Canvassing in the other america. Disclaimer: This is the rough start to what I hope will eventually be my novel, book, or whatever this turns into; a work of facts woven through fiction. A work in progress. So I reserve the right to come back to this post to edit, as writers are often wont to do. It’s heartbreaking when someone tells you there are two Americas. But it’s worse to find it out for yourself. I immediately burst into tears. I tried to explain that this candidate ...
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tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow | oh, sugar!
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October 11, 2011 / Chrisi. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Disclaimer: This is the rough start to what I hope will eventually be my novel, book, or whatever this turns into; a work of facts woven through fiction. A work in progress. So I reserve the right to come back to this post to edit, as writers are often wont to do. Thinking about your past is a great way to really consider your future. She won first prize, which was a trip to the Caribbean. (Seemed like a reasonable prize for an elementary...
