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“this” only scrambled

September 11, 2014

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Let’s start with “this.” Now, unscramble it, and you’ll begin to understand what I’ve stepped in. So, I’m pretty sure my kids ate Sour Cream and Onion flavored potato chips for breakfast today. We’re gonna go ahead and call that…
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classroom assignments

August 28, 2014

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Class assignments should go like this: a child is matched to a teacher based on the likelihood that they’ll be a great fit. If there have been bullying incidences, these should be addressed. Any special needs, an IEP, done. A…
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all that it’s cracked up to be

August 6, 2014

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The summer is a time of relaxation by a pool, for sunkissed hair, freckled shoulders and white shell jewelry. I’m enjoying the simple luxuries of linen v-neck tees (I actually found myself doing an internet search hoping to find a…
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double rainbows

July 27, 2014

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Mother Nature Costume - Katy Perry Concert or Halloween Special!
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live out loud

July 10, 2014

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I have to go wig shopping. This time I’m not dressing up as the other woman to keep things hot in the cold category of matrimony. Nay. I need a double rainbow bob or a ponytail of braids, paired with…
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gossip mom

June 30, 2014

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Mama drama is over, or at least, on pause, now that school’s out. At least that’s what I’ve heard from friends around the country, given that I’ve chosen to ignore the mama drama that’s bound to happen when you send…
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war negotiation strategies: kids

June 20, 2014

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This morning I was negotiating a treaty between the feuding countries of Hers and His, with the latter region’s delegate secured in the bathroom. The drawbridge was up; there was an emote of tears. “The Art of War is an…
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everything we love is on loan

June 18, 2014

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Carol saved takeout containers, always sending people home with leftovers, yet somehow managing to amass a small architectural village behind her cupboard doors. A “mini-hoarder” my father used to tease. “What, Don? Ya never know.” When my father sat Shiva…
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