Once she learned how to use those sad eyes on her mom, she ruled the house. It was the saddest parenting situation I’d ever seen. A baby having her way with an immature young mother, neither of them capable of running anyone’s life, let alone their own lives. That’s why . . .
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He was social and smiling as a child, but as he grew older he was happiest when he was alone. He didn’t like being touched and was hesitant to hug his aunts and uncles. It used to hurt me. I took it personally. Now, all these years later I know what it was and I realize what a great guy he is – just as he is.
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It’s so much easier to examine the evidence for what the effect of climate change or capitalism or any other issue for another country than it is for our own country. When it comes to our own country we have opinions, not evidence. The same is true for personal life. We can see the evidence of someone else’s behavior so much more clearly than we can for our own behavior. The human mind is flawed, but why?
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If you are a fan of Sue Grafton’s alphabet novels, you may have noticed that the prompts this week came from the first 5 titles of her books. She’s up to W now and I’m looking forward to her next book. She’s a master of her genre.
The waitresses knew all the deadbeats – the guys who wanted extra service but never left a tip. They made Maria, the youngest waitress, wait on those customers. Maria knew what was up, but she did it cheerfully anyway. Then she cornered Charlie, the boss, and demanded a raise for doing it. You’ll never believe what happened next.
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I couldn’t think of him as a corpse, even though he was obviously dead. He lay slumped among the red and green chili he’d been sorting on a large flatbed trailer. He was a man I knew, spoke to. He was a man I’d called the ambulance to come and save. But he was unsaveable, beyond help. A man – not a corpse.
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Remember when we used to call them burglars? What do we call them nowadays? Kids looking for drug money? They kicked in the door and ransacked the house, but they were looking for money, not things. The TV, the X-box, the computer: it’s all still here. My sense of security and safety are gone. That’s what they really took.
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She claimed to have been at school. An alibi so easy to check that it took me less than 3 minutes to uncover her lie. I hung up the phone and went back into her room.
“Hand over your phone and your car keys,” I said. “You are officially in trouble. I’ll be taking you to school today. Be ready on time.”
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Her hair was curly and surely coated with some product that made it not absorb water. We’d climbed up behind a waterfall and back down again. Her curly hair was covered with beads of water. Every strand had a coating of droplets that caught the sun. It looked like a halo and she was the angel beside me.
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I remember running. Released and free, running nowhere, simply running because it felt better than anything else. Leaping across the grass, arms raised, voice raised. Reaching the fence and running back where I started, finally ready to stop, to walk, to talk, to play. But running came first.
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I used to read books aloud to my fourth graders. Year after year I read the same books. “Super Fudge,” “The Secret Garden,” “A Wrinkle in Time.” Some made us laugh, some made us cry, some made us wonder or dream. I think reading all those wonderful books aloud is one of the things I miss most about being an elementary school teacher.
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