Category Archives: childhood of origin

Preventing the Habit of Procrastination

I am a terrible procrastinator. Actually, I’m a very GOOD procrastinator, in that I’m a total pro at it. I’ll do darned near anything to put off doing cleaning, and I’ll do cleaning to put off doing paperwork! Sort of … Continue reading

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Actions speak louder than words? Only when you don’t say anything!

My mother is British, and, like many Brits, drinks copious amounts of tea.  When I was a child, growing up near Boston, I used a tea set that she’d had when she was a girl in England during WW2, that … Continue reading

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Sparks

I’m kind of scared of power tools.  I know how to use them, but I don’t have the right benches and clamps to hold things while I work, so I always feel a bit encumbered when working, and thus unsafe. … Continue reading

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Fish Tales: A Writer’s Journey Part 2

My parents’ home is so full of books that I have oft joked that were wes illiterate, our home would be immaculate.  I followed in my father’s footsteps, using the first real sum of money I ever earned to buy myself a bookcase.  The only … Continue reading

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When somewhere is home…

Kate, over on Skipping School, asked, as an aside, when your parents’ home stops being your other home.  One of her commenters said that it happens when you have kids of your own, and your emotional-self centers in your own … Continue reading

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…in which I am Mean Mommy.

My kids are way too much like me.  When I was three, back during the baby-bust of 1975, my mother tried to get me into the kindergarten Sunday school class, since there weren’t enough kids my age to run a … Continue reading

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Dear Mom…

Welcome to my blog, Mom.  It’s really nice to have you here!  I’m hoping that this will let you stay better informed on what we all are doing and thinking, and I look forward to sharing this with you, and … Continue reading

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Math on the Brain

Weekend mornings in the house I grew up in meant not bothering my parents while they manually added up invoices and checked each other’s work, but that was about the extent of their math skills.  Algebra was something they could kind of … Continue reading

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Happy Birthday, G’ma!

My Grandmother would have been 101 years old yesterday, had she not died six years ago, just days shy of 95.  I don’t mark the day of her death, just her birthday.  She’d like that, I think. She lived in … Continue reading

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Meeting Dabrowski

I have no idea if my kids are gifted or not.  I think most of us would like to think that our kids are ‘smarter than the average bear,’ but specific labels aren’t really important to me: my kids are … Continue reading

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