Today’s post is written by Sheila Petre. She has a talent for making me laugh. *************************************** They arrived late to the international Thanksgiving potluck in Washington, D.C.. They had left in good time, she thought, as she stood by the locked glass doors with her family of eight, awaiting entrance. But they had run into […]
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When my mom was young, she remembers walking home from school around a country block with drifts of snow pushed high on both sides of the road. I know the road she walked; I occasionally walked or biked the same road later, in my elementary days, on the way home from the same country school.
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Thursday, October 30, 2014. It is my birthday today. In the chilly basement classroom where I teach, Kaity, the first grader, worries about lunch. Her mom has forgotten to send one. “Can I call and talk to my mom?” she asks. “I’ll call and talk to her,” I say. But Kaity insists. “I can do
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It is 7:25 a.m. Marlea Kauffman steps onto the porch of the brick row house where she lives, ready to head across the street to Tidings of Peace Christian School. This time of day, the streets are emptier than usual–fewer smells, fewer sounds. A white lady in tight snakeskin leggings and hoop earrings passes her
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In the front corner of our front yard, beside the driveway and the road, are two huge rocks. In the opposite corner of the yard, also facing the road, are two more. When I say huge, I mean rocks that are almost as tall as I am (five foot, three and three fourths inches) and
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