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I myself keep clinging to the Staples commercial of the mom giddy with glee, throwing back to school items into her cart, sullen children lagging behind. Cue the classic Christmas tune, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year…”
What I learned from Holden Caulfield, whom I got to know in Mrs. Levinson’s 11th-grade English class (where Jane sat a few seats behind me, by the way)….
As a reader:
An honest-to-goodness unreliable narrator is …
I’ve been away in Florida for the past 9 days. With the kids, and the Hubster, visiting the in-laws. Who were, by the way, gracious and generous enough to allow Landeaux and me to head …
JANE
Here’s the thing about Lizzie’s and my criticizing things on Facebook that are just plain wrong: Lizzie is far more discerning and intelligently, constructively critical about Facebook activity (and probably Facebook in general, sigh). I, …
LIZZIE
Jane dazzled me with her distractions. When Jane is distracted, expect a wealth of links and funny pictures of Dick Cheney looking somehow both sly and precious. My distractions, I’m afraid, will never qualify me …
Jane:
So Lizzie, how has the past week been for you? We’ve both been busy and spoken/texted a bit less than usual. I’ve been feeding my internet/news fix with all sorts of interesting observations and even …
I am already transcribing my 2009 New Year’s resolutions onto my 2010 list, thereby fulfilling my 2008 resolutions to plan ahead (and not procrastinate) when possible.
Below is a list of previous years’ resolutions. Have I …
Jane and I have agreed to compare notes on our New Year’s resolutions. One of my favorite things about my friend Jane is her love-hate (mostly love) relationship with Facebook. And her 2009 resolution ruminations–with …
Well, as my fellow Scrooge Lizzie has duly noted, that “most wonderful time of the year…” is upon us.
Chanukah, Christmas, Kwanzaa… Malls, online shopping, a thousand catalogs in the mail and special offers pouring into …
I am staring through a stepladder at 1,800 points of light—a profusion of clear mini-lights strung perfectly around our 12-foot Douglas fir. My kitchen counter is lined with Costco-sized bottles of vanilla extract and molasses, …
