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Tag Archives: Hope
Taking the Poetry Plunge
After a great deal of thought, I decided to apply for the City’s Poet Laureate position. I did it in part because I didn’t want the program to end. But mostly I did it because there were things I’d hoped … Continue reading
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Hope Is a Funny Thing
Hope is a funny thing. Just when you think it’s gone, you find it in the most unlikely place. I’ll give you an example. Back on Election Day 2016, I squeezed into a white pantsuit. Normally I vote with an … Continue reading
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It’s hard to have hope after the most qualified woman—technically the most qualified person, male or female, in decades—loses an election to a compulsive liar without an ounce of relevant governmental experience. But something about the fear and the shock, … Continue reading
School Update #1
Four weeks ago, my daughter started at Open Mind School. So far, it’s been terrific, and every day I am more convinced that I made the correct decision when I placed Katie there. Here’s the message that I received after … Continue reading
What’s the Problem?
Sometimes I wonder, is the problem me? Other parents have special education horror stories, but no one has twisted tales of terror like mine and my daughter’s. Am I a bad parent? A poor advocate? But no, I have moved … Continue reading