Tag: Siblings

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1.) My dad taught me that when you’re in the bathroom and someone knocks, the proper response is to heartily intone, “BUSY!”  2.) We learned from our mom that the apex of contentment was sitting on a bamboo couch in the evening with a book and a giant bowl of popcorn.  Preview Open

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November 5, 2006: Moving seemed as though it would never end, but there was this happy interlude. (Read Part I here, Part II here, Part III here, Part IV here,  Part V here,  Part VI here,  Part VII here,  Part VIII here,  Part IX here, Part X here, and Part XI here.) The girls, six and five, had a great day today–both were well-rested and cheerful at the same time, which […]

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I ran across more of my posts from my old blogging days. This is from March 2007. My girls would have been about five and seven. I have blessedly forgotten some of these details, but am delighted to be reminded about the rest.  I’m lonesome this evening, with just my work deadlines and the pets […]

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Read Part One here and Part Two here.  As we pulled out of the college complex and its air-conditioned world of elevators and babies, my sister cried. She had bonded with one of the young married ladies whose card-playing circle had been so friendly to us. I internally rolled my eyes, not happy to have […]

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D.C. and Other Adventures, Part Two

 

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Arizona and the swimming pool far behind us, ensconced in our plush burgundy interior, we pressed on toward our vague summer destination in D.C. as the American landscape flashed  past our windows. Long trips can mean being entertained by small things, such as the trick of the eye where, if you fix your gaze on the telephone poles, your vision will slide up the pole and down the drooping wires in a repetitive, undulating motion.

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Prince Harry and his new wife, Meghan announced they want to step back from royal duties, move abroad and make their own money. The world loves a love story, especially a successful one. I do. I watched their wedding, his mother, Princess Diana’s wedding, her divorce, and sadly the funeral. I hoped as I watched […]

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My parents had different approaches when it came to preparing for long trips. My mother was neat and efficient. My dad, while a believer in Tetris-style precision packing, had an offbeat sense of time. It was no wonder then that close to midnight on the day we were to leave on a cross-country trip, my mother […]

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My daughters are teenagers now, but sometimes in their old loft play area, you can find evidence of their storytelling–a scrap of paper with a cryptic message scrawled in pencil, pretend report cards with bad grades in citizenship, a sign for a boutique with the name “Cute as a Cupcake.” Siblings fight, sometimes horrendously, but […]

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My arrival in early 1974 was inauspicious . I have photographic evidence of this humble beginning. I see a pink-faced sleeping newborn swaddled in a hospital blanket, assigned with a small placard designating me as “13.” The Thai nurses attached no significance to that number.  They were focused on some lack of reflex in the five pound, four ounce infant, and were trying to bottle feed […]

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