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Morning Dogs: choka

The scrabble of claws across the linoleum: waking with the dogs. At the first hint of morning, they are ready to go. Forget your sleeping. The moment your body stirs, their insistence starts. Outside, outside! they clamor, until you do … Continue reading

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The Failure of American Public Schools

The failure of the American public school system is that while we have emphasized the importance of those skills that “get things done” or that provide our children with the technological tool set to “compete” on a global scale, we … Continue reading

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On the Next Child Prodigy

I don’t begrudge a twelve year old their wish to idolize an artist of their own time-frame with the same likes and sense of space that come from being twelve a while. But for adults to seek the same — … Continue reading

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Daddy’s Little Girl

Sometimes it’s hard to know the right way to begin Too often words don’t get me past the might have beens The mistakes I’ve made that haunt me linger on And it’s hard explaining just where I went wrong Sometimes … Continue reading

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They grow up fast

They grow up fast; in just a short month’s span the smallest seed becomes a tall, wild stalk grown high enough to look down on a man. But that time does not fly, despite the talk philosophers will write in … Continue reading

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A Witch’s Daughter

I watch my daughter grow. She finds the patriarchy’s walls, once comforting and so secure, now quickly closing in; and the consumer culture, bred in bright and shiny malls, begins to question her reluctance to wallow in sin. The icons, … Continue reading

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Mixed Messages

You’d better not pout, you’d better not cry You’d better be good — I’m telling you why: Santa Claus is coming to town. He sees you when you’re sleeping He knows when you’re awake He knows if you’ve been bad … Continue reading

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