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Monthly Archives: September 2004
Delivery Room
We’re here. Amy just had her epideral and is dozing peacefully, for which I am grateful. It was hard to watch her endure the pain of contractions, and hers were especially brutal. I didn’t feel very useful. The nurse just … Continue reading
Posted in Family, Fatherhood
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He Must Be My Son After All…
His “due date” was two days ago, so I was beginning to think that he was his mother’s child: frequently late. But today I finally got my classroom ready for my weeklong paternity absence, graded all my ungraded papers, had … Continue reading
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Thoughts on “Chrysanthemums”
Elisa Allen, the protagonist of Steinbeck’s short story, “Chrysanthemums,” is from the beginning not quite content with her life, her marriage, her place in society. What do you think she really wants? And why is she so proud of her … Continue reading
Posted in English I, Literature, Steinbeck
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Labor Day, but No Labor…
We painted his room. I assembled his crib, varnished his chest of drawers, put together his rocking chair. We plugged in the nightlight, hung all his little clothes, got all the diapers ready next to the changing table. I even … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging, Family, Fatherhood, Sunset HS
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