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Listen to me
No one listens. This is not just a problem plaguing talking heads and politicians. We filter so furiously, we interrupt, we get caught up in our own agendas. We look at our phones. We need a snack. Other people speak, and we … Continue reading
The Babysitter
Last night, I took care of our friend’s child. It was like a vacation. He went to bed so fast it was like black magic. I kind of hate our friends now. No, not really. Just a little. I grew … Continue reading
Meetings
The politics of scheduling: We do not reschedule. They reschedule on us. Sometimes right before-hand, hours before. The assistants are unfailingly polite, effusive. “We are so sorry.” People in their lives get sick. They themselves get sick. Their excuses are … Continue reading
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Firefighter Appreciation Day
$1 tacos, a salsa quartet, tables and folding chairs. Four gleaming fire trucks, parked, open for the kids to climb on. Weight lifting equipment cordoned off with Fire Line Do Not Cross and surrounded with potted asparagus ferns. One man … Continue reading