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She packed the stroller with books and bags of heavy things but no baby. The baby had grown up to be a teenage boy. Sometimes he went with her but mostly she walked alone, fast and determined like she had to get somewhere far at a certain time or there would be a big price…

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Get a Bigger Plate

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: This morning, I am taking my own advice from a few years ago. I am feeling overwhelmed by work and school and the pull to swim and walk and be outside, which so often gets denied these days. I went to bed thinking I should start slicing back on…

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Shopping Trip

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: So Walmart is selling caskets. Why would they not? When I was growing up, the monthly magazine Chain Store Age sat on our coffee table. Chain Store Age had articles about all the latest merchandising cons. My dad taught me to love a good con like undercutting K-Mart on the price of Aqua-Net and having parakeets and goldfish in our Ben Franklin Store. Mom’ll come in for the hair spray, he told me, or the kids will drag her in to see the birds. I swear when I read that Walmart is selling caskets, I wanted to spurt out, “More power to ya,” just…

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Minnie and BowWow Discuss the White House

BowWow: I see that Old Girl got herself an invite to the White House. Wore that snazzy off the shoulder outfit. She is one classy bitch. Minnie: Let me guess. You’re talking about Governor Palin. You always did have a little bit of a you know what for her. BowWow: That’s gross. I’m a dog. Minnie:…

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Finding the Words, the Beautiful Words

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: This morning I wanted to remember Kahlil Gibran’s writing about children because I have been feeling lately like a life raft where all the people who were hanging on have swum away but they don’t want me to pull up anchor yet because they might need to come back and it was that feeling of needing to know my place that made me get up and find my old copy of The Prophet. Mine was given to me by a strange friend in college. She wrote long quotes inside the front and back cover, things she thought had meaning to the two of us.…

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New Jewels

I wouldn’t say that school is kicking my ass, although, it is, kind of. I still have academic chops from having gone to Ph.D. camp for so long but it’s been ages since I’ve had to really read instructions or be mindful that someone would be judging my responses, my writing, me. I am used…

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Sue Klebold: There But For Fortune

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: I know three women whose sons are in prison, two for having committed murder. These women are intelligent, kind, wise to the ways of the world, contributors to society. They look to me, each one of them, like they had to have been very good mothers. They seem wholesome and cheerful, exemplary, what anyone would want in a mother. True, maybe each one was evil behind closed doors. Sure, we can’t tell the whole story by looking at someone. Of course, we can’t judge a book by its cover. And Lord knows, we all have our covers. All of us mothers have our public selves…

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Pops

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: My dad handled everything smoking a cigarette, later a cigar clenched in his teeth. He fixed things with a blowtorch, kept screws in peanut butter jars. When he wasn’t fixing things, he took my mother to the hospital and played the piano.

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