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Confetti Love Miriam Zoll At the red light I jumped out of the car into the cold December night. We had been fighting these last few weeks. Quibbling was really the right word. Putting our fingers on the small pulses of our life together and offering polite critiques like rabid political pundits during the presidential season. This evening Michael was pointing out the negative ways I continued to frame the disappointments of my life. He wanted desperately to have a glass half full but I was still half empty. “I will not paint a smile on my face where one
does not exist,” I told him angrily as I slammed the car
door. Parenting Teens After the Advent of the Internet by Dr. J Hannah Greenberg It would have been safer
to leave them with a loaded Ours is home filled with computers. My life’s work is writing and teaching writing. My husband is a software architect. Computers have long served as word processors and data banks for me. They have long served as a livelihood for my husband. He and I used to joke, decades earlier, that he could both
pop together the hardware (he had studied electrical engineering
during a time when no computer science departments, per say,
existed) and then create sufficient code to program his creation.
I used to joke that there wasn’t a genre with which I hadn’t
fooled around or a research method that I hadn’t tried (think
physical file cards in physical libraries and physical periodical
reference guides). Under the Hood by Dr. J Hannah Greenberg When I am otherwise encased
in that happy oblivion of “my-teenage-son-is-talking-to-me,”
Driving around with a teenage son requires negotiation, especially
if that lad has lapsed into the “I-want-to-talk-about- late-date-car-models-and-about-
airplane-technology- and-I-want-to-be-a nuclear physicist-when-I-
grow-up” developmental stage. Essentially, during that phase
of growth, engineering topics are pertinent, as are discussions
of nuclear chemistry, but talks about the need to sweep the salon
or about why teens have to stop playing basketball on the rooftop
merpesset after certain hours of the night are considered obviously
irrelevant and certainly boring. A little Gemara is acceptable
for talk, if you are the father, but not if you are the mother,
and criticism about how the rice turned out remains a viable
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