October 2009
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I have to start this post with a disclaimer: I absolutely adore my job. In fact, Amélie is snuggled up against me right now and it’s quite nice. We’re sitting on the couch, and she’s drawing and “writing” in her new little Moleskine notebook. Kai is still at school, and we’re taking advantage of the rainy weather to be lazy around the house.
Lately, however,...
What do you want to be when you grow up?
As is the case for most children, when posed to me, this infamous question elicited a progression of imaginative answers. When I was about three, I wanted to be a ballerina. By the time I was six, my adoration for my best friend manifested itself in my stated desire to be a teacher (because that’s what she wanted to be). I wanted to be an art teacher, to be specific, but I think only because I I...
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It's Hard Work, But Somebody's Gotta Do It
For as long as I can remember, I’ve associated adulthood with what I saw as the sophisticated “work” of grown-ups in Yellow Springs. I’m referring of course to the task of populating our multiple coffee shops, sipping black coffee (or at the very least, with cream-no-sugar-thank-you-very-much), discussing village politics and events or philosophy and eastern religions....