When I was a kid, I remember my mother wanting to take me to visit a friend of hers for coffee in the afternoon. The friend had a son, Freddie, who was exactly the same age as me. I didn’t want to go. He wasn’t my friend. She showed me a picture of the two [...]
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Today I went to vote in the presidential primary with my two sons in tow. One wanted the woman and the other one wanted the black man. I was undecided, which is highly unusual for me. I picked one yesterday, then stood in the parking lot and couldn’t decide. I’ve been talking to two friends who [...] Yesterday I spent three hours at an upscale, expensive organic store. I was not shopping, I was handing out fliers and collecting canned food for our City’s Holiday Drive. My family handed fliers out to just about every person who entered the store. We added a little comment, “There’s a box in cafe for a [...] I cannot recall my mother ever calling me by my name. She calls me “Daughter” in a very New York accent, “Dawtah”. She even writes “Dear Daughter” on all my cards. Lately, I’ve been wondering about it. She comes from a large family so I know it is not the way she was raised. When I [...] At the pool today, I spoke with the husband of a friend. He talked about how it was really getting her down to try and enter the workforce again after being home with the kids. I told him how I had started a second blog on this subject (I participate in a community blog for [...] I just left my friend’s house and it’s very late. As we sat around in the backyard, I realized all three of us women were thinking about what to do next. One had a law degree and left after both superiors quit and she didn’t want their jobs, one tried to use that math masters [...] |
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