Individual Exponential Progress

Stepping out of the car a wave of memories greeted me with the cold air.  I reached for my bag and tightened the scarf around my neck. I-E-P—three letters that have dominated my life now for over fifteen years. I knew what they stood for long before I had children.  “Individual Education Plan”, the contract parents make with the school on behalf of their children who qualify for special education services.  Growing up I remember watching my Mom the Special Ed teacher draft plans for all of her students.  I

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Shoo

I was headed downstairs to put the dime I’d found in my penny bowl when I noticed that the woodpecker whose been visiting my grape arbor was back.  He likes the fruit that’s accumulated through the fall.  It’s not fit for human consumption so I haven’t minded. Several of my friends have told me I should.  Woodpeckers are nuisance birds they say.  Don’t let him hang around.  The bird store said the same thing and warned me he’d destroy our stucco.  I laughed thinking he’d prefer logs to masonry.  Then

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Better In the Morning

It was a gray day.  The weather suited my mood.  I felt blah.  Exhausted after Christmas week and fighting a cold I wasn’t in the New Year’s Eve spirit at all.  Normally a productive day, which I’d had, will snap me out of it but that wasn’t the case.  The pennies that met me everywhere I went were greeted with only a faint smile. I had one last stop to make at the grocery store.  Chase needed something to finish one of his creations.  I couldn’t help but think about

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Eye Contact

They know what I’m going to say.  It’s not very original but when you’re face is obscured by the camera you can’t just smile and hope to solicit one back.  So, off my tongue it rolls, “Look at me and say MOMMY!” over and over until we get a decent shot. Last Saturday was the day for this familiar refrain.  It was time for the annual Christmas photo shoot.  Every year the boys dread it but this year I threw them for a loop when I said, “We’re not going

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Home Ec

In 7th grade I failed Home Economics.  People don’t believe me when I say this but it’s true.  Why I thought of that today when I was checking the air pressure on my tires I don’t know.  Maybe because it was cold and my mind was on soup?  Or maybe because I was handling a car-related job with ease and never took auto shop? Once inflated my tires held the road a little better and I felt pretty smug.  I came home and threw the penny I’d found at the

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Gift

“Do you use Avon?” she asked. “No.” “Why not?” Her question caught me off guard so I didn’t have an answered prepared.  However, I knew that my teenage friend Chloe wasn’t going to settle for half an answer.  Her sister sells Avon so this was too important. “I have really sensitive skin,” I said. “So?” “So, I don’t want to change from what I’m using that works for me.” I could see where this was heading and tried unsuccessfully to change the subject.  Chloe wasn’t going to let that happen

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Lift

It was Friday night.  I went upstairs to get something and noticed that it was unusually warm.  It had been a scorching day so I assumed the air conditioning was having a hard time keeping up. A few minutes later I had to go back upstairs again. This time I noticed it was even warmer.  I checked the thermostat.  It registered 90 degrees.  Holy Smokes was the house on fire?  I put my foot on the vent and felt only the faintest amount of cool air.  Something was wrong. Since

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Licensed to Thrive

I was clutching the penny I found on the way to the driving school when Chase’s instructor ushered me out of the lobby.  I wasn’t surprised when I found it.  I half expected God would give me some kind of encouraging word to hang onto while Chase took his behind-the-wheel test.  So many folks were praying for him I think that penny fell from heaven rather than someone’s pocket. Having to go into the backroom worried me though.  This had to mean bad news. Now I assumed the penny was

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Change Between the Seats

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about the red chair I love sitting in. It’s the one that’s in the coffee shop located 50 steps from my house. Just to recap for 12 seconds, I wrote about seeing a nickel and two pennies and not picking it up and how the next time I sat in the red chair, it was gone. It made me start thinking that the chance for change might be a fickle one: Here one day, gone the next. And I still think that, but

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Hopelessly Optimistic

Last month when the eye doctor told me I needed glasses I was devastated.  His pronouncement made me feel like I’d officially hit middle age.  Of course, I am middle aged but I didn’t want him confirming it.  Despite his fantastic chair-side manner going to see him stresses me out.  I would rather have a root canal.  I’m not exaggerating.  With a root canal you get drugs. Why I’m phobic about the eye doctor is hard to understand.  I’m afraid of birds because I threw a rock at a crow

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