Archive for August, 2009

I’ve got to find a copy of this for my Mother/Child collection. A friend shared it with me today. There’s nothing like art to inspire one to keep… »

The littlest’s bedtime routine is one of my favorite times of the day. He gets a shower (increasingly done by himself) and a toothbrushing. Jammies. A story (he loves Olivia, The Stinky Cheese Man, and books about ducks). I sing his lullaby; he makes a phone call to the man in our lives who says… »

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A new school for them and a new school period. “It’s everybody’s first day” made the jitters a little easier. Still, the excited was palpable, the happiness… »

The Quiet Room has 8 desk cubicles, a door, and a light on a timer. I have to move every couple of minutes or the lights go out. It over looks the 4th floor and massive foyer. There have been only a few visitors in here today:

the student I’ll refer to as “Jay”. Waist-length dreds…. »

Did you know schizophrenic homeless prostitutes like to sit in the leather armchairs of the foreign language section of the public library??????
Me either.
They are kind of funny! They  have the system down: come in, get searched, grab a book, settle into a chair. Their voices are raspy and one of them is convinced there are… »

The biggest drawback to working from the library is having to pack everything up in order to get a cup of coffee or lunch or run to the bathroom. I suppose it will help me to travel light and clean out my laptop bag a little more often. I get used to gypsie living and… »

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