Confession: I always start out the school year with grand ideas for great variety in my children’s packed lunches; and sometime near January I find I’ve fallen into a rut—a.k.a. “same-same every day, all along the way…” Would you help me prevent the slump by sharing some of your favorites? My tech support guy* created […]
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So what about them marital differences? Here’s a parting piece of advice that I would like to learn to take myself—some days I swallow it with a smile, some days I choke. * Please be careful. A woman’s scorn is poison. If you’re going to infiltrate your marriage with scorn, you might as well lace his
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Confession: Sometimes I am tired of hearing about this “true love” bit. I suspect the way we talk about it is all wrong. We talk about it as the one true path amid a host of bunny trails. We say that it’s waiting, that it’s out there somewhere. We say that we found it, as
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To anyone who is worried about whether or not the psycho writer of this blog can be trusted, rest assured. She cannot. However, only in a single five minute period of frivolity has she ever deliberately posed here as someone she is not, say between the hours of 11:17 and 11:22 on a dark Wednesday
Confession: I often think it would be fun to comment anonymously on my own blog. Don’t you just really think a lot of bloggers want to do this? And how do you know we don’t?? Maybe I am doing it already and you don’t know it. Maybe I am WelcomeHomeKatya and Not the Boss and
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that in
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Confession: When it comes to desserts, I love the impractical. My favorite impractical ingredient right now is phyllo dough (pronounced fee’-lo or fie’-lo). It really looks like it shouldn’t be edible—it’s papery thin, crackly, and dry. It’s probably made of tree bark, I don’t know. It has no nutritional value at all,* and it has
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My husband is a great man. He’s smart, talented, articulate, and well-informed about the world. I believe in his character and leadership, trusting him implicitly (at least 60% of the time, faking it the last 40) to make good decisions for the welfare of our family. You would think that with so much brilliance at
Confession: I can see the inside of my mind. Do you believe me? It’s really true. There’s a little desk where my consciousness sits at the head of the room, facing low double shelves containing rows and rows of manila folders packed with information. There are unseen helpers that manage all the folders under my
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“I’d like a small iced cappuccino,” I tell the waitress at Timmy’s. “Caramel.” As I carry it to my vehicle I take my first sip. I’ve never tried a caramel iced cappuccino before, and the sweet coffee flavor explodes upon my senses. Unexpectedly, I begin to cry right there in the Tim Horton’s parking lot,
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