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- Twisted world

Usually, we keep the cars unlocked when they’re sitting in our driveway. What would anyone want to steal, but a handful of change in the cup holder, empty water bottles on the floor, or a soccer ball in the back? An opportunistic thief, it seems, might also be attracted to a red bag full of [...]

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- A state for writers

Lydia pulled me over to the table.
“Look at this,” she said and held up a worksheet that Grace had brought home from third grade, called “United States Regions.”
Lydia pointed to a spot on the U.S. map, on which Grace had labeled all 50 states, where she creatively spelled the name of one of them:
Pencilvanya
Kind of [...]

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- Evidence

Last summer I started and made substantial progress on a draft of a memoir/essay about having a crush on one of my Wellesley College professors, *not* having an affair with him, and reading many years later of his death from prostate cancer. A first excerpt is here, and another one is here. (There’s also a [...]

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I heard this today, as I stood in the check-out line at my local grocery store. It’s a revision of a well-known saying, and another customer was sharing it with another clerk.
When you complain, you complain alone.
When you laugh, everyone laughs with you.
That seems good to remember.
And what was I buying at the grocery store? [...]

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I can’t help it — that Miley Cyrus song, “The Climb,” has been giving me goosebumps, which goes to show that the intellect has very little control over raw feeling.
I know, I know: The song is laden with cliché and bombast. It’s oversung.
However, my inner teenager has been responding in a big way: Yes <sniff>, [...]

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- “Laugh at perfection.”

I love this: The Cult of Done Manifesto.

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- Chalk and mallet

I envy sometimes that intense aimlessless of children, which prompts them, on a sunny and windless day, to overturn a bucket of chalk, find the family mallet, and experiment with the chalk’s friability. Just because one can draw or write with chalk doesn’t mean that one must only draw or write.
A person could, for example, [...]

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- Sunken treasure?

Where was the scrap of paper on which I had written down the date and time for a long overdue haircut? I remembered inserting that scrap between some others I’ve accumulated in my school bag.
I couldn’t find it.  I took my wallet, notebook, pencil case, and glucose monitor kit out of my bag, and I [...]

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- Portrait of literacy

These children of ours are not quite old enough (or “fallen” enough) yet to realize that there’s a category for their indulgence: the guilty pleasure.
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iPhone photograph by Jimmy Guterman.

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- In the garden

It’s not always pretty.
Dead bird — a pigeon? a bluejay fading to gray? — found this morning by Eli.

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