So I guess this is my last post of 2016. Which I am pretty glad about. I guess it’s also supposed to be a most hopeful, resolution-filled here’s how we’re going to be better in 2017 post as well (if you need that, look here for last year’s). Which isn’t exactly where my head is. I have…
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When my older son first got the hang of reading, it was all he did. I spent years teaching him how to read. Starting with showing him flashcards in the high chair as soon as he could sit up. I bribed, I coerced, I’d read half a story out loud and then walk away so…
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I wrote another post ahead of time, with a passage from a book and something about Robyn and dancing, and maybe you’ll see it next week. This morning I’m going to spend a few minutes just writing. I am trying to really think of Aleppo, and I am equally trying not to think about Aleppo. How…
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Look at this dumb picture that I insisted upon. My younger niece said that as soon as she saw this ridiculous thing with the face cutouts at the movie theater, she knew I’d make them take this picture. They complained the tiniest bit, but they also knew resistance was futile. Look at these kids. They…
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Two Saturdays ago, before even opening my eyes, I woke to the really terrific thought: Today, I don’t have to be anyone but Seema Reza. It sounds so goddamned self-congratulatory, I know. The day before, on Friday, I had two entirely different groups at two hospitals in two states, with no time to spare between them. It’s not…
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