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Those Were The Days

When it was time for soccer practice, my son would crawl under his bed and scoot close against the wall so I couldn’t reach him. Sometimes I’d catch hold of a sock or a sleeve and pull him out on to the blue hooked rug in his room where he’d lay limp, a dead 6-year…

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Safe

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: The other day I emailed the director of a small domestic violence shelter to ask if she wanted some of the feminine hygiene products collected through Time of the Month Club, an annual donation drive I coordinate to collect tampons and pads for women who are homeless. There was extra left over after distribution to five local emergency shelters and because I’d seen this domestic violence shelter in the newspaper that morning, it occurred to me that they could possibly use some tampons and pads. “We could use some, but not a lot,” was her answer, adding that “most of the women here are in their…

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No Hash-Tagging for Me Today

I just can’t do it. I don’t think it’s my place. Dozens of Facebook friends are posting #MeToo in response to the call for women who have been sexually harassed or assaulted to be public about that experience. The idea is to show how embedded this behavior is in American culture, how ubiquitous, how likely it is that the woman sitting next to you at Starbucks or the one passing you on the freeway, three kids and a pile of groceries in the back, has been sexually harassed or assaulted. It’s everywhere is the point. And I believe it is. And it isn’t. I think if we make all experiences…

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Friday Round-Up – Boot Hill

“The world is too much with us.” I want more and less at the same time. I want more challenge and achievement. I want days crammed with doing. But I want to go on long walks and carry nothing with me except my phone and some gum. And I don’t really want anyone asking me…

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In My Daughter’s Kitchen

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: The toaster goes back in the cupboard under the counter when it’s not being used. The spices are in a drawer, everything visible right away. No lost time searching for the right one. On the window ledge and on the wall are the people and things important to her.…

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Smoke

I woke up smelling smoke. There was a fire somewhere. Was it here? It was still dark, maybe 5:00 or so this morning. Over the roof of the house across the street, I could see a beginning glimmer of sunrise but slight, so slight. In the bathroom, I leaned into the opened window, pressed my…

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Bear With Me, It’s Worth It

Originally posted on Red's Wrap: I once had a brother-in-law who played for the Chicago Bears. The Bears were in the Super Bowl and it was amazing and wonderful even though we are serious Packer fans, oh wait, live in Packer nation and have his and her Green Bay Packer stock certificates filed somewhere…

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Time and Stuff

I’m reading a book called Tell Them Who I Am by Elliot Liebow, an ethnographer made famous by his book, Tally’s Corner. An ethnographer is a social scientist who investigates social phenomena by immersing him or herself in the setting  being studied, like an anthropologist but different in some way that isn’t entirely clear to…

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