A Heritage Scrapbook

One Christmas my writer husband gave the girls a gift of their own pasts. He went through his old journals and made copies of the entries describing their births, then stories of them as babies and toddlers; he had written down the adorable things they said; he described sending them off the first day of school. Then he copied photos to go along with some of the entries, making a Megan Book and a Katie Book.

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IM A Foreign Language

texting

If your IM, text, or BBM savvy ends with the ability to cast a vote for “American Idol,” you are out of touch with a language that is growing organically by the day. Such a techno-imitation could keep you out of the know. Make you sound like a Luddite when you ask for a translation. Show your un-coolness in a flash.

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Cleaning Out

Moving day

A funny thing happened on our move into a new house. We lost almost everything – more than two decades worth of old stuff that had been stored in our bat-plagued attic and damp basement. Gone: Yearbooks and kids clothes and glassware that didn’t match towels that didn’t match and an almost full set of silverware with a few spoons gouged by the garbage disposal; perfectly good pots with missing lids; phones that still worked; record albums, and every mug that a child had given us for a special occasion; Barbies and board games we no longer knew how to play; our kids’ college texts books and out-of-season-out-of-style clothes. The artificial Christmas tree and the plastic Halloween pumpkins and the Thanksgiving cornucopia. Gone, gone, gone!

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A Fashion Rant

teenclothes

A gaggle of tween-age girls, some looking mature beyond their years, others looking barely their age, were clustered in front of the ladies room mirror examining their very-similar looking selves. Long, straight shiny hair. Sparkling, post-braces, perfectly-aligned teeth.

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