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Ode to My Socks: June 2012
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012. Death of the Bedtime Story. Early on, I discovered that one of the best ways to bond with Amelia is at night, through the ritual of reading bedtime stories. Day is done, teeth are brushed, rooms are clean, and for fifteen minutes and often times more, this child who never stops, who doesn't want to be cuddled, will listen quietly. If I get really. To read, constantly. Some nights I even love the freedom that not. She still needs me. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Ode to My Socks: August 2015
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Sunday, August 02, 2015. Back to School Shopping. Today as I was perusing the aisles of Target, in search of individual portioned breakfast cereal and a new (and heavily discounted) classroom chair for the upcoming school year, I heard my name:. Before I made it out of the aisle, I heard my name again. Mrs Burgess. I was telling her that I got to be really good at writing last year, and I wanted you to tell her so that she would believe me.". And don't give up. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My daughter and...
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Ode to My Socks: I Love You More Than Anybody Can
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Sunday, May 11, 2014. I Love You More Than Anybody Can. I'll walk in the rain by your side. I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand. I'll love you more than anybody can. My very early childhood was a host of hazy, golden, backlit memories in which I knew for certain one very important thing: I was loved. While the circumstances of my childhood changed and my worldview was tarnished by the reality of ruptured families and broken dreams, I never questioned th...
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Ode to My Socks: Everyday Thankful
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Wednesday, June 18, 2014. As a chronic worrier, my cup, through this warped lens of worry, tends many times to appear half empty, even though I know that it's almost always full and spilling over with good things. I'll go out on a limb and assert that in this anxiety-ridden culture in which we live and take our cues, I am far from alone. It's not something I'm proud of. I push back against my inclinations. Happiness is not a blessing. Health is not a blessing. Circumstance is not a blessing. I am thankfu...
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Ode to My Socks: June 2014
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Wednesday, June 18, 2014. As a chronic worrier, my cup, through this warped lens of worry, tends many times to appear half empty, even though I know that it's almost always full and spilling over with good things. I'll go out on a limb and assert that in this anxiety-ridden culture in which we live and take our cues, I am far from alone. It's not something I'm proud of. I push back against my inclinations. Happiness is not a blessing. Health is not a blessing. Circumstance is not a blessing. I am thankfu...
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Ode to My Socks: May 2014
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Sunday, May 11, 2014. I Love You More Than Anybody Can. I'll walk in the rain by your side. I'll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand. I'll love you more than anybody can. My very early childhood was a host of hazy, golden, backlit memories in which I knew for certain one very important thing: I was loved. While the circumstances of my childhood changed and my worldview was tarnished by the reality of ruptured families and broken dreams, I never questioned th...
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Ode to My Socks: May 2012
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Tuesday, May 22, 2012. The Other Side of a Year. There is a time for everything,. And a season for every activity under heaven:. A time to be born and a time to die,. A time to plant and a time to uproot,. A time to kill and a time to heal,. A time to tear down and a time to build,. A time to weep and a time to laugh,. A time to mourn and a time to dance. Almost a year later, it is clear to even an eighteen month old that something very bad happened here. Intact, but not unchanged. I turned on the televi...
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Ode to My Socks: March 2014
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Monday, March 17, 2014. Parenting is Like Writing. Parenting is a lot like writing, I think. Sanity. Clearly, not all writers make that cut. Not the. Good ones, at least. To say, "that's ok, too." Because it. Ok, and only because we have poured ourselves out abundantly, through a process, for a purpose far beyond ourselves. In seeing the process through to completion, we will have discovered the key, not to a life that is perfect, but to a life well lived. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Ode to My Socks: February 2015
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Tuesday, February 17, 2015. Today is a beautiful winter day, covered in a kind of redemptive blanket of snow. School has been out for two days and the forecast is calling for yet another round this evening. For my husband, for my kids, for my students, for my friends. I stay busy to crowd out the voice that repeats the mantra You will never be enough. And then there's a snow day. Or two. Or three. And the world stops and so do I because I have no other choice. In these moments of quiet, t...How to Make Y...
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Ode to My Socks: November 2013
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Friday, November 22, 2013. The Yin and the Yang. I'm just going to say it. I am so mad at my husband tonight. And, conversely, he is so mad at me. What's the rub? You see, I like order and despise clutter. I want things done and I want them done efficiently. The more quickly I finish a task, the more tasks I am able to complete. This means that I can accomplish a large amount of chores in a short amount of time and it is unfathomable for me to leave something unfinished. How awesome am I? So living with ...
