November 16, 2011
Eliza lives down the street. She’s seventeen now but we’ve known her since we moved to the neighborhood eight years ago. She’s a tall girl with a tangle of blonde curls. She’s often wearing splashes of colorful apparel, chosen more because the fabrics appealed than the items matched. When Eliza was fourteen she babysat for […]
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November 3, 2011
My daughter Annie started first grade raring to go. After all those years of watching her big brothers attend full-day school, her time had finally come. She was a real school kid. There was just one problem. In Annie’s mind, real school kids could read and Annie couldn’t do this yet. All three of my […]
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