A guest post by Dorcas Smucker, blogger at Life in the Shoe: *** This post is about piles of stuff. And it’s mostly for young people. This is dangerous, I know, to classify myself not only as old, but also with wisdom to impart. On the few occasions that I write or speak to young people,
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How we used to do it: My mom always bought our bread when I was young, usually white (the kind that has all the nutrients bleached out), the cheapest in the aisle. I felt sorry for the children who came to school with homemade bread sandwiches. Boughten bread, as we called it, was so much
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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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“Should we go tubing?” Dora asked the other day. A rare day when the sun was shining beautifully, and we were both at home. “Or do you think it would be wrong, when we have so much work to do?” “Of course it would be wrong.” I laughed evilly. “Let’s go.” After more debate, meant
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