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Language Arts

Posted on 08/03/2011 by chick

Dear Marshall, Few things in my life have been as interesting or as enjoyable as helping you learn how to speak. I wish we could record it all with a video camera, so that I could create a movie with … Continue reading →

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Reading Time

Posted on 08/02/2011 by chick

Just as one sends a letter from place to place, one may send, to one’s self or others, letters through time. Photographs, mementos and journal entries are letters we send into the future; and by writing or speaking about events … Continue reading →

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Amazing Baby

Posted on 08/01/2011 by chick

Dear Livia, You’re so beautiful. Your hair and eyes are brown. Does that sound plain? It’s not! You have big, pretty eyes surrounded by thick lashes. There’s a touch of red in your hair. We can’t be sure how red … Continue reading →

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Pest Control

Posted on 08/01/2011 by chick

A conversation from a few weeks ago— Me: I found three millipedes in the house this morning. I couldn’t bear to kill them, so I threw them outside. Hubby: Don’t do that! Me: Why not? Hubby: Because those ones already … Continue reading →

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Tools of the Trade

Posted on 07/31/2011 by chick

Here, perhaps, the reason why I get so little writing done. “It is certainly necessary for a writer to have ideas in his head,” agreed Poirot. from Death in the Air

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A Rainbow of Reading

Posted on 07/29/2011 by chick

I have decided that August will be Rainbow of Reading Month. That is, for the entire month of August, I will only read books that have colors in their titles. I will count words like “plum” and “chocolate” as colors, … Continue reading →

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Portuguese-By-Marriage

Posted on 07/27/2011 by chick

Growing up, I always thought I would marry an Italian. I lived in Connecticut, just north of New Haven, and there, as my friend once put it, you are either Italian or married to an Italian. But I moved to … Continue reading →

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Obstacles

Posted on 07/26/2011 by chick

Is it any wonder that I don’t play my piano often? There are so many obstacles in my way. First, the situation has to be just right. The children must be either out of the house or soundly asleep, and … Continue reading →

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Marshall, Music, and Mommy

Posted on 07/25/2011 by chick

Dear Marshall, Of the many things I hope for you, a love of music is one of the most important. I don’t necessarily want to turn you into a Juilliard-trained instrumentalist. Not that it would be a bad thing, but … Continue reading →

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Saying It Like It Is

Posted on 07/24/2011 by chick

Poirot was typically kind, but he wasn’t afraid to speak his mind. I wish I had the chutzpah to say this to someone’s face, as he did in Murder on the Orient Express. If you will forgive me for being … Continue reading →

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