Asides
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On ipods and unexpected motivation
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The only time I really listen to music is when I am running. Sometimes I’ll mosy on over to grooveshark when I have a moment to write at home, but that is pretty rare. When Rob bought me an ipod for my birthday several years ago, (one of his not-so-subtle…
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On the “well-adjusted” fourth child
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This week, Lily and I started going to a home preschool co-op. She was way too cute as she got ready for school. She insisted on bringing a backpack, and asked what time Daddy was going to pick her up. She has watched her siblings go to school every morning…
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On the things we lack
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Today, my little LuLu turned seven. Now that she is seven she has rejected all things pink and princessy, and asked for turquoise cupcakes with either dolphins or peace signs on top. Dophins? Heck no. But I thought that surely even I, the craft-impaired wonder, could manage a peace…
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On Running
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I was dragged kicking and screaming into becoming a runner. My husband Rob, who is a relentless distance runner, would encourage, nudge, and ever-so-gently suggest that perhaps I would like to start running? I came back (not always as gently) at him with every excuse I could think of:…
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On this blog
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Someone, somewhere, at some point, said something that goes a little like this: You have to write a million crummy words before you actually start to write some good ones. So I thought I’d better start purging those million words and get to the good stuff. Malcolm Gladwell, in OUTLIERS,…