by Mir | Nov 3, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
One of the joys of moving to public school and first grade is that Chickadee’s world had suddenly expanded due to “Specialists.” Every day her class “does a Specialist,” which is grade-school-speak for going to music, or art, or gym. Part...
by Mir | Nov 2, 2004 | What do I do all day?
In my state there is no sort of identification check at the polls. You walk in, give your name, and get a ballot. Three different people mark your name off a list, which is a wonderful system of checks and balances and a good use of time considering that I could walk...
by Mir | Nov 2, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
Chickadee has the day off from school today, and will be coming with me to the polls. I’m trying to figure out how to make this a learning experience without letting her catch on the to fact that I dread just about everything about election day. Maybe I can tell...
by Mir | Nov 1, 2004 | Job? Huh?
I want to write about something meaningful and deep and all that, but my mind keeps returning to my plethora of interview-related faux pas from this morning. (What is the plural of faux pas? Faux pases? Faux pax? Faux pas de deux?) I may as well just bare all and hope...
by Mir | Nov 1, 2004 | My name is Grumplestiltskin
… when you pinch your eyelid in your eyelash curler? … when you forget to bring the packages you meant to mail on your way back from the appointment just beyond the post office? … when the appointment “just beyond the post office” turns...
