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Archive for March, 2008

Train Table Smackdown

I went to the library on Saturday morning, and in doing so I was reminded of why I hate going to the library on Saturday mornings.
Lucy and I are normally Thursday morning visitors.  There is a quiet story hour–enough activity to make our visit an event–but the Children’s Room is still tranquil.  After twenty minutes [...]

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Kitchen Goddesses

In my reading today, I came across this:
“The goddess imagined by these students is the kitchen goddess of the nineteenth century’s separate spheres: men are in charge of the filthy machines and family discipline, women are in charge of clean clothes and wholesome meals.  A kitchen goddess is, well, nice.” 
I agree with the overall argument [...]

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Much Ado About Noting

A few weeks ago, I read a theological argument for taking on disciplines in Easter, rather than in Lent.  So I have taken on mine and connected it to this need to write.  As I point towards June’s writing conference, in particular, I am trying to look head on at those very tangled, unsettling questions: [...]

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Awake for one hour

I am trying to write in peace.  I am not succeeding.
Although Lucy is theoretically napping, in actuality she is upstairs in her crib yelling “Ay-yi-yi” at the top of her lungs.  As best I can tell, she is re-enacting a rather dramatic scene from our household this weekend, when a chipmunk somehow got trapped in [...]

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The trifecta is now complete: after meeting neighbors right and left, I have finally had over the neighbor across the street.  It’s more of an accomplishment than it sounds.  The house across the street is actually the Amherst Women’s Club, which is an Italianate mansion from the nineteenth century that is now used mostly for meetings [...]

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inspiration

Not my words–Rainer Maria Rilke’s.
“And still it is not enough to have memories.  One must be able to forget them when they are many, and one must have great patience to wait until they come again.  For it is not yet the memories themselves.  Not until they have turned to blood within us, to glance [...]

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Eight hours each way on the train, down to DC and back.  It is my favorite way to travel: window seat on the left-hand side of the train, with an empty seat next to me if I am lucky.  I have a bag full of sandwiches and a bottle of iced tea, and a stack [...]

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