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Angst du Jour: Genetics on a Snowy Hill

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Wednesday, June 21, 2006. Genetics on a Snowy Hill. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Look at these two pictures; Danielle on the left, me on the right. There is a story not told, hidden truths, and deeper meanings here. These pictures do not tell the whole story; there is so much more. This is a story which can only be told by words. Cognitively, I knew this was a ridiculous worry; at the least, a conceit on my part. At the worst, perhaps even offensive. I told a friend this story recently a...

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Angst du Jour: Done to Death

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Sunday, March 23, 2008. More than all of that though, like many of you, I love checking the keyword analysis utility in Statcounter. I’ve learned that quite a few people out there would like to know how to make. Or urgently need to know what. Looks and smells like. And I'm glad I can help with issues like that, although I'm sure the person searching for. Did not count on how we had to prepare. For many keyword searches I've been no help at all. For babies. What the hell? And the term ". Been done to death.

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Angst du Jour: I Am From

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Thursday, March 08, 2007. One of the most evocative posts I've read in a long while was Jennifer's. Meme With a sense of trepidation for following in the footsteps of her perfect post, I'm taking up her challenge to explore where I'm from. I am from the east and from the west. I am from somewhere in between. I am from big skies and open fields and bicycling down hot dusty dirt roads. I am from grasshoppers dancing before me while I walk across a field cracking with drought. I am from a tight knit family.

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Angst du Jour: Easter

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Sunday, March 23, 2008. She says, oh so irreverently, given the season.) More soon. I promise. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Hey, so I finally decided to change the description here. Except I'm not sure what to say. Read the blog and you'll find out more than you probably want to know about me, my husband, and our two kids. Don't blame me if you're scarred forever. View my complete profile. After the Time Change, Like Sunflowers. Garden in the City. Sun Dogs for a January Day. Maiden, Mother, Crone.

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Angst du Jour: Sun dogs for a January Day

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Wednesday, January 11, 2006. Sun dogs for a January Day. If this is a type of memory book, then I want it to capture things both large and small. The milestones of our family and the little day to day happenings that change us in some way. The sacred and the mundane, the grand and the innocuous, and the feelings they evoke when the memories are stirred and rise to the surface. In the tradition of my great-grandmother. So, um, how come I haven't seen the "keepers" column until now? You captured it, dear o...

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Angst du Jour: Also known as spirit

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Sunday, December 02, 2007. Also known as spirit. At six, you are pure exuberant joy. Revelling in life, the world your oyster. A comment on everything and everything comment-worthy. Leaping, laughing, singing, humming. Spinning in place (although we discourage that at school, my love.). Ahead on the horizon, time and life will mark you,. Erode away some of that carefree spirit. But only a little, I pray. Only a bit. So hold your joy tight, Iain, don't let it go. Just as you are at 6. Just as you are today.

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Angst du Jour: After the Time Change, Like Sunflowers

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Monday, December 18, 2006. After the Time Change, Like Sunflowers. In the fall as the days grow shorter, the mornings are dark. Up before the sunrise, taking the train within a cocoon of quiet slumber. Our faces, when we look out the window, reflected back at us through the black dawn. The wonders beyond the glass of the window, going unseen, going unsung, until we no longer acknowledge the world outside the train. Beautifully written, Dana! This is simply beautiful. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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Angst du Jour: Some days I just don't feel cut out to be a mom to a school-aged child

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Friday, October 13, 2006. Some days I just don't feel cut out to be a mom to a school-aged child. It's a form of irony that much of my work during this time, what I actually get paid for, involves ensuring other people are organized. Keeping documents and schedules on track and replying promptly to requests. At home though? Forget it. Perhaps it's burn-out. I do this all day, I tell myself, I just can't stand another minute of it at home. I realize it's a futile and unhelpful rationalization. So here it ...

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Angst du Jour: Etiquette for a Play Date

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Monday, December 12, 2005. Etiquette for a Play Date. Last Friday, Danielle was invited to sleep over at her friend Alexis's house. Not her first sleepover but at least only her second. Danielle was positively giddy and bouncing off the walls by Friday after school. When we established with Alexis's parents that this was indeed a bona fide invitation to Iain and not wishful thinking on the girls' part, Pat and I were positively giddy! Two and a half hours to ourselves! No talking about poop. No talki...

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Angst du Jour: Famousocity

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Saturday, May 10, 2008. Graphically violent video games as propoganda for the Western military machine? My friend Dave over at. Explores this idea in a video he created. Watch the video and read his analysis. Interposed between the difficult-to-watch killing and maiming, is my not-at-all-difficult-to-watch (in my humble opinion) son, Iain. And before you call Children's Aid, no, Iain was. Playing those games when he was being filmed. For the record. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Garden in the City.