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On November 10, 2005 | 1 Comments

Look! Look! Everett can read.

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The Weekend
On November 8, 2005 | 4 Comments

We only took one picture all weekend, mostly because we were too busy talking. I had a wonderful time.

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On Landing At Chicago’s Midway Airport
On November 7, 2005 | 5 Comments

It’s been compared to a patchwork quilt, and I’ll not bother thinking of a better image because the quilt is such a good one. Yes, the seamed squares of land in their varied shades of green look very much like a quilted bedspread, and here it is one pulled tight and flat across the bed, […]

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Aurora, Illinois
On November 4, 2005 | 3 Comments

Well, I am off again. And I’ve been off two other times since I last told you I was off, but I haven’t told you about those times. Yet. That’s because I’m a slacker. And let me tell you, this weekend is All About being a slacker. Well, okay, I am taking along some stuff […]

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Peace
On November 3, 2005 | 0 Comments

I am a thief. This very moment I am stealing: I am sitting on the sofa in the middle of the afternoon while so many things wait for my attention. For example, downstairs clean clothes tick in the dryer while wet ones in the washer await their turn. The boys’ bedroom is littered with piles […]

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Halloween
On November 3, 2005 | 1 Comments

Each child stands behind the pumpkin he/she chose and designed. The artist is behind them. They are all posing as zombies because, of course, we listened to Michael Jackson’s Thriller while we carved. 

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On November 3, 2005 | 0 Comments

Everett kind of looks like one of the ninja turtles. You know, the mutant ones. And maybe William is taking this Way Too Seriously. Emma Grace looks like a fairy. You have to admit that she looks like a fairy.

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Halloween
On November 2, 2005 | 7 Comments

William was an army man. Easy enough. He wore a camouflage jacket and a bandana on his head and carried plastic weapons. We burned a cork and rubbed it on his face, then added red paint as evidence of “action.” Everett was a ninja. He didn’t settle on this until about 4:30 the day of, […]

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October
On October 30, 2005 | 2 Comments

O hushed October morning mild,Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;To-morrow’s wind, if it be wild,Should waste them all.The crows above the forest call;To-morrow they may come and go.O hushed October morning mild,Begin the hours of this day slow.Make the day seem to us less brief.Hearts not averse to being beguiled,Beguile us in the way […]

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Milestone
On October 29, 2005 | 1 Comments

They were on the swing, William and Everett, talking and laughing above the lawnmower’s din, waiting to play with their father who was, as you might imagine, mowing the lawn. From my seat here at the kitchen table I could see the boys’ heads rise momentarily into view and then swing away again. I could […]

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