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I’m sitting next to a stack of essays, coffee in one hand, pen in the other. As I read, I celebrate great writing with enthusiastic
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I’m sitting next to a stack of essays, coffee in one hand, pen in the other. As I read, I celebrate great writing with enthusiastic
This morning, a little boy who walks with me to school every day hands me a Valentine. He’s not a big talker, and he delivers
I do not believe my friend when she says that New Jersey bagels–from her neighborhood– are the best in the world. She calls me from
Just this week, a dear friend of mine describes herself as “holding on to the edge for dear life so she doesn’t fall to the
A local photographer arrives for a photo shoot in my home. I need a professional head shot for my writing, and I have the worst
I approach the table of snacks, and I see that a mother (Laurie) has made the most beautiful Valentine’s cookies. I do not want to
We’re slumped upon the kitchen table. One daughter labors over math homework while the other colors slowly on paper. I’m answering an email, sighing. The
If I were to write a book called, “How to Teach with Flair,” I’d have an entire chapter on the power of name games. Before
All afternoon, I consider the difference between perceived need and actual need. If I live my life based on what I perceive I need, I
Just now, we return from attending our first college gymnastics meet. At the uneven parallel bars, the gymnasts perform extraordinary movements that, when seen live