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8 Reasons Summers Were Better When I Was A Kid
We’re nearly at a third of the way through summer vacation, and after a day like today, I have to wonder…how did my mom manage to READ so often in the summer when I was a kid? Seriously, the first two memories that come to mind when I look back at my mom during our summer vacations (when we weren’t reading) were of her (a) curled up with a book on the TV room* sofa, telling me to “put down my book and get outside”, and (b) vacuuming**. (*Why we called it the “tv room” when the entire wall the tiny TV sat upon was actually a bookshelf, and nearly every…
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Tooth Fairies
You’ve likely never seen a child more excited to have lost a tooth. Pea was giddy – GIDDY, I tell you. This is a “Yay, the Tooth Fairy is coming” kind of moment. She lost her tooth, as one does sometimes, while she was at school. Well, lost isn’t exactly the word, since she pulled it out herself. One of her teachers asked her how it was faring, since it had been bleeding a bit and she had been fussing about it all morning. She looked at her teacher, and said “SEE?” as she wobbled it backwards – paused – and then simply yanked it out, depositing it in the…
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Fill in the Blank Friday
I love Lauren’s “fill in the blank meme” and she credits this week’s blanks to Shaunie at Unknown Boutique. So without further ado, let’s go: 1. When I was a kid I wanted to be a teacher or an artist when I grew up. 2. As an adult, my dream job would be a children’s story book illustrator. 3. When I was younger I wanted to be just like my mom. (Although Vicki Stubing was a close second – I wanted to live on “The Love Boat”.) 4. The childhood Halloween costume that I remember most was when I was a clown. Lordy, I hated that costume (clowns gave me…
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Where I’m From
I am from pictures colored in a notebook, books and a flashlight under the sheets, from milk and carefully split Oreos and tents made from blankets under the dining room table. I am from the “west side”, dinners in the screened-in porch, root beer floats at the A&W drive in and the summer rain pounding on dusty streets. I am from the lilac bushes on the alley, helicopter seeds spinning dizzily from the sky. I am from Mulvahills and Vicinis and Ewings and Rozattis, from a world where anything was possible with some ingenuity (and duct tape). I am from the from the peacekeepers and worriers, perfectionists and imaginations, from…
