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My anecdotal evidence gathered from 38 years of blind faith.

1976 - Age 6

If I keep pinching myself, I’ll stay awake. I can still hear mom and dad in the living room, so I can’t sneak out yet.

Jennifer says there isn’t any Santa. That it’s really mom and dad. But Jennifer unties Billy’s shoes just to be mean. He can’t tie them himself, and he cries.

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A few weeks ago I volunteered to be a "Parent Editor" in my daughter's fourth grade class. The students are learning to write creative nonfiction for their state-mandated TAKS test, and needed more one-on-one instruction than the teacher could give.

Yesterday, I visited the class for the second time, to check on their progress and give them a ( Read more... )

I love it, love it, love it. Best thing to happen since that horrid Prop 8 passed.

Oh, to look back on days that changed your life.

Most of them don't seem like much at the time. No racing pulse. No heart-thumping sound track. Probably not even a mention on your blog. I'd bet many red-letter days start out, and even finish, completely in the gray.

But on November 11, 2005, I arrived for the first time at a little coffee shop known ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here at almost midnight Texas time, constantly refreshing the precinct results of Proposition 8 in California and feeling very down.

I'm happy for Obama's win and all, and we just got in from a happy election party, but I admit that as I sat in the room with all the hugging cheering people, watching Obama give his speech, I felt awfully ( Read more... )

Images from the Austin candle lighting for Pregnancy Loss Remembrance Day.

I had canceled the event due to rain, but at the meeting time, a rainbow appeared, so I un-canceled it.


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So yesterday was very very bad. I foolishly silenced my inner alarm system and wound up in a bad situation with work.

But the good part is that it gave me a great idea for an article and yesterday I stopped by Barnes and Noble and found the perfect magazine to send it to.

Like my article coming out in The Writer, it's a humorous self-deprecating ( Read more... )

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I'll leave one of those creepy posts that makes it onto mydeathspace.com.

So, this summer I made three goals based on the idea that if you should do something that scares you every day, you should do some things every summer that *really* scare you. All these are scary to me:

1. Jump out of an airplane (I'll be going to Skydive Spaceland in Houston ( Read more... )