Talking about the military wife, the soldier who died, the essential obit story, the soldier knowing he wouldn’t be home for the baby’s birth slept with the baby blanket knitted by his wife–I want my baby to know him…
Listening to On The Media about obituaries. Remembering my first assignment in reporting class at the University of Montana School of Journalism: Write your own obituary…
I don’t know why this is important to me.
That’s a lie.
I know exactly why this is important to me.
Listening to reporters talking about union and workplace issues.
“There aren’t beat reporters anymore…”
“Workers are doing badly, wages are stagnant….” “The condition of workers…” “Labor reporters….” “Occupy Wall Street.”
“Fast food workers…minimum wage….”
As a reporter, what is my beat?
I am laying in bed next to my husband. We are both working on our laptops. Work…
When I was a child I climbed into the car on Sunday mornings and went to church with my family.
It’s 10:25 am. Our daughter is still asleep. We are on our laptops–at work.
What does it meant that we don’t wake our child and force her to go to Mass?
No really. What does that mean???
Listening to the radio, WNYC, NPR, On The Media, there used to be beat reporters…
I used to be a journalism major…
I’m a reporter, as a mommy blogger my beat is my family.
What should I say?
Does it matter?
While My Kid was in middle school I decided–didn’t decide–just went ahead and did re-live 7th grade including not wanting to say anything that might embarrass…
As of today… My Kid is a high school student! So I can say whatever comes into my head because now she thinks I’m an idiot which may or may not be my intention.
I remember this album so well.
My mom checked it out from the library for the first time when we were living in married student housing while my father was working on his PhD. We listened to this album until we had memorized all the songs.
I remember my mom sitting at her portable typewriter on the dining room table next to the stereo, playing the record checked out from the library over and over while she typed out the lyrics of all the songs.
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s 1933 Advice to His 11-year-old daughter Frances “Scottie” Fitzgerald Who Was Away at Camp
Things to worry about:
Worry about courage
Worry about Cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship
Things not to worry about:
Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions
Things to think about:
What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
A fifteen year old girl who thinks and acts like a forty-five year old businessman has a 98% chance of finishing high school with her virginity intact.