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Nostalgic Ramblings …

What is a rebel? A man who says no, but whose refusal does not imply a renunciation. He is also a man who says yes, from the moment he makes his first gesture of rebellion. A slave who has taken … Continue reading

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Homeschooling, Part 2

Before you take your child’s education into your own hands think about what you are qualified to teach, and what formal education rarely provides textbooks on: tolerance of the intolerant equality before the law appreciation for the little things rendering … Continue reading

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Homeschooling, Part 1

Every young child is home schooled. You are teaching your children something: watching TV reality, escaping in drink, cheating on your taxes, refusing to think for yourself, letting the little things get you down, not leaving a tip for a … Continue reading

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Turning

I was thinking this evening about Starlight Dances and Mars Tokyo – the latter’s empty nest and the former’s soon to be emptying one. I wrote this poem for them, and all the other parents on my friends list. She … Continue reading

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Suggestion for Philip Morris

I have been a smoker for a long time. You know, I’ve been watching these Philip Morris legislation required commercials advocating parental communication as the method for preventing children from smoking…and I’ve been thinking…while it is necessary for parents to … Continue reading

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Raising a Teenage Daughter

Get used to it – you will never be right. She will find, no matter how you try, some notion of yours to quickly defy and will long to be out of your keen sight. You must learn the fine … Continue reading

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Mistakes

Of all the big mistakes my parents made in their own lives, and then subsequently tried to steer me clear of, most pale and fade next to the whopper that evidently (at least now in my own experience) is impossible … Continue reading

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