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Debby My Journal 1108601 Curiosities served |
June 2009 Previous Month :: Next Month 01: Some Mornings (3 comments) 01: why I didn't write any poetry last week (3 comments) 01: Star Trek videos (2 comments) 05: poems for kids (2 comments) 07: Jed and Todd come to visit (0 comments) 07: no reading at the dinner table (2 comments) 08: 15 books in 15 minutes (0 comments) 08: Secrets of Poets (3 comments) 10: Rose update (0 comments) 10: sick bunny (0 comments) 11: the other sick bunny (0 comments) 11: my first day as the visiting poet (1 comments) 14: things that make me happy (0 comments) 14: David's metaphor (0 comments) 14: Rose's dance performance (0 comments) 18: did we win? (0 comments) 20: off to Oberlin (1 comments) 20: insane children (1 comments) 26: the big trip to Ohio (0 comments) 27: the good big sister (3 comments) 27: the last diaper ever (1 comments) 27: airplanes make you sick (0 comments) 30: yep, it's strep (1 comments)
People you'll meet in this blog: Debby: That's me. I'm in my 40's, live in Seattle, within a twenty minute radius of my mother, father, sister, and friends who are family. I used to be a community college writing instructor. Now, I'm 90% at home parent and 10% writer, editor, tutor. John: my partner, a fabulous cook. You could find out what we had for dinner by checking out his blog. Rose 8/02: our daughter. Rose is shy, strong-willed, sweet, incredibly picky about food, kind of obsessive compulsive, loving, verbal, and has an excellent memory. She likes chocolate and playing on the rings. She really likes being with Miriam. David 1/06: our son. David is easy going, likes to bang on drums and throw balls. He really likes being with Rose. Julia: my sister. We live six blocks apart, talk on the phone five times a day, and have dinner together at least half the week. Dan: Julia's husband. He reads the kids four bedtime books a night. Miriam (2/02) and Ariana (5/04): my nieces. Sometimes there are tussles over who gets to carry the purse or who gets to be the mommy, but basically when the kids are together (almost daily), they disappear upstairs and play. |
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