Sixth grade & the Surveillance State
I t was one of the charter school’s big selling points: ‘the portal.’ More than a year ago, I sat in an informational meeting about what this particular educational choice might have to offer my son...
View ArticleParenting without props
I need help,” Peaches whispered. The sound of her voice helped me to get a fix on her location amidst the pile of blankets and beanbags that had accumulated between her and me. I’d taken her with me to...
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Arrow Land
C onfusion abounds. In the last book The Three and I read together, author Terry Pratchett taught us the meaning of the word ‘egress’ by way of a retired witch’s circus poster, a memento from her...
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A label for whatever ails you
O n her last trip through town, a friend worked to find homes for a few stray items of value. An extra label maker, too cumbersome to take and redundant upon arriving at her destination, was offered....
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Back to the farm
W hen they’re big enough, words will get away from me. I couldn’t have told you that when I was younger. If I read something and understood the parts that comprised the whole of something (and when...
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On disguise, escape & being eight
I n the blur of yesterday—or what I have come to understand to be our annual Halloween experience—I noticed that a friend had linked to a piece about costumes and the important role imaginative play...
View ArticleOn space, time &‘The Writing’
“So now that you’re working some, how’s it going with ‘The Writing?’” a friend asked recently. It was kind of her to ask and I always appreciate it when someone refers to what I do as ‘The Writing.’...
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Faith & flying in our own backyard
Friday, flying W hen I opened the door to Peaches’ friend, I told her she would find her in the backyard. “Oh,” the girl said, and nodded knowingly. “Training Friday to jump through a hoop, I guess.” I...
View ArticleDeath becomes us
If we hadn’t been stopped at the light, we probably would have missed it: a smallish, handwritten sign tacked up to a pole at the corner of Carlisle and Central in Albuquerque’s Nob Hill. Someone had...
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