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Wasting My Education: April 2015
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Saturday, April 25, 2015. We Salaried Our Kids. When we tell people that we give our children a salary, we’re usually met with narrowed eyes, pursed lips, and brows that twist into the non-verbal equivalent of, “So you’re raising them to be spoiled, entitled brats devoid of any work ethic or financial acumen? Or something like that. Daddy, can I have that? Bank Account: $27.00. Fun and Self: $18.00. Like any good, Christian* parents, we want to teach our kids the concept of First Fruits. Just change the ...
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Wasting My Education: February 2015
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. Yes, Your Kids Are Awful. I’m no expert on parenting. I used to be. I used to know everything. I was brilliant. Then I gave birth and it all went away. Every child is different. You discover this when all the things that worked with the first peachy little cherub are completely, utterly useless on the second and third and every one thereafter. Everyone has a philosophy; everyone has a body of experience; everyone has an opinion. Or two. Or eighty-five. The concept of Kid Hell.
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Wasting My Education: July 2015
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Friday, July 31, 2015. Right Around the Corner. Apologies, dear reader, that I couldn’t write a blog post this week. Photo by Hamburger Helper. Photo by Jeremy Noble. Photo by Jenna Carver. Photo by Tetra Pak. 8220;… medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. But if you’d like to come over and make scrambled eggs, go for a donut and coffee, sit with me to talk about navigating lif...
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Wasting My Education: May 2015
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Friday, May 29, 2015. When Ships Have Sailed. Photo by Muhammad Ali. On my 27th birthday I realized that I would never be Miss America. When I shared this disappointing epiphany with a friend she asked, one eye half closed, “Was that ever actually a possibility for you? I never entered a single pageant, or even gave serious time to thinking about perhaps looking into considering trying out for one. Not my thing. Never was. Is a mid-life crisis right around the corner? Have I already outlived joy? Back th...
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Wasting My Education: Yes, Your Kids Are Awful
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Saturday, February 28, 2015. Yes, Your Kids Are Awful. I’m no expert on parenting. I used to be. I used to know everything. I was brilliant. Then I gave birth and it all went away. Every child is different. You discover this when all the things that worked with the first peachy little cherub are completely, utterly useless on the second and third and every one thereafter. Everyone has a philosophy; everyone has a body of experience; everyone has an opinion. Or two. Or eighty-five. The concept of Kid Hell.
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Wasting My Education: Breakfast In Bed
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Saturday, May 9, 2015. Photo by jimmy brown. I always tell my kids the Scriptures contain hidden treasure for those who seek it. They never looked, though. But on my two breakfast-in-bed mornings, I lie there, wide awake, watching my husband process another REM cycle, until someone else in the house rolls out of the sack and remembers what said they were going to do. One year I threw in the towel after ninety minutes of staring at the ceiling, got up, and made my own coffee. Thank you God the baby days a...
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Wasting My Education: August 2015
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Saturday, August 29, 2015. Real Men Make Quiche. Photo by Brandie Kajino. On the first day of his Summer of Cooking, my nearly twelve-year-old son came to me at five o’clock, the appointed dinner-preparation hour, with slumped shoulders and a heavy sigh. “Mom,” he said. “Can we start the cooking lessons tomorrow? I don’t feel like making dinner tonight.”. If the boy learned nothing else for the rest of the summer, that single epiphany of empathy would have more than satisfied me. Had I been making a salt...
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Wasting My Education: June 2015
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Friday, June 26, 2015. Photo by Daniele Oberti. Remember that Far Side. Cartoon by Gary Larson, with the kid who raised his hand and asked the teacher if he could be excused from class because his brain was full? Exhibit A: Guess who I didn’t call last Sunday on Father’s Day? I forgot.” Nope. Not till Dad called me Monday afternoon did it dawn on me what a sucky little ingrate he has for a daughter. Summer Brain. That’s got to be it. Earlier this week my daughter and I failed to attend her dentist appoin...
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Wasting My Education: January 2015
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Saturday, January 31, 2015. Grumpy, Growly Grizzly Bears. Opposites may initially attract, but the aspect of your darling’s character that giddied your pitter-pattering heart in the blissful early days of courtship may eventually become the thing that makes it dangerous to keep steak knives handy in a chopping block on the kitchen counter. For example, there are early birds and there are night owls, right? Everybody knows this. Early birds are those. Washington, D.C. A truly wondrous place.). I’m o...
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Wasting My Education: The End of All Being
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Sunday, January 18, 2015. The End of All Being. The cover story in the Washington Post Magazine today detailed the suicide of Dennis Williams. Pen name Katry Rain, an American expatriate and writer who spent the majority of his adult life in Japan. Williams emailed his suicide note to a handful of journalists hours before he jumped off the roof of his hotel in Minato-ku. (He didn’t fly.). Why did he end his own life? Yeah But each of us is. I wonder about Dennis Williams. The truth is we can’t all ...
