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where the red pen bleeds: A bushel of lemons or a pound of flesh?
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Where the red pen bleeds. Monday, June 14, 2010. A bushel of lemons or a pound of flesh? Tonight marked yet another negotiations session with the district. But as I write that phrase, it seems an ill fit to what actually happened at the table tonight. Negotiations implies a certain give and take, a back and forth, a collaborative effort to reach agreement. Maybe what it actually was could be labeled instead as formalized begging. In my mind, it sounds a little more like this:. We can volunteer to take a ...
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where the red pen bleeds: March 2011
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Where the red pen bleeds. Tuesday, March 22, 2011. In my quest to try and develop an appreciation for new vegetables, today I made a dish featuring parsnips AND leeks (two brand-new veggies for me). This Parsnip and Carrot Soup was meant to be a lunch-time dish for my friends, but after checking for doneness, it was apparent that the soup was going to take a little longer than I had anticipated. So lunch became dinner. If you haven't tried leeks or parsnips, this is a tasty way to try them. 1/2 tsp fresh...
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where the red pen bleeds: Tapping my inner BIG MEAN GIRL
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Where the red pen bleeds. Monday, May 3, 2010. Tapping my inner BIG MEAN GIRL. And I suppose on many levels, what he says it true, and speaks a great deal about those of us in the great teaching profession. I don't know a single teacher who would say that the learning of their students pales in comparison to their delivery of an articulate lecture or the sheer genius of their lesson planning. By and large, we are there for the students. But who, I wondered, is truly there for us? Because I really feel li...
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where the red pen bleeds: April 2010
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Where the red pen bleeds. Wednesday, April 21, 2010. Sunflowers, worms, and other (potentially) dead things. I gasped in horror at the window ledge. Oh, god, not the sunflowers. I had checked on them Monday night as I worked on the dishes. At that time there were three perky sprouts bobbing happily in the kitchen window. And then disaster struck Tuesday morning. As I stood back from my close inspection, I realized what it meant. We'd forgotten to water the seeds. WE HAD KILLED LILLY'S PLANTS! Despite loo...
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where the red pen bleeds: Retched Rabe
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Where the red pen bleeds. Sunday, March 20, 2011. Saturday marked the beginning of farmer's market season in Portland. And like hundreds of other people in the Portland metropolitan area, I took advantage of the nice weather and ventured out to the Portland Farmer's Market on the Portland State campus. The innocent looking Rigatoni with Sausage and Broccoli Rabe moments before consumption. Oh, so WRONG! I exclaimed as I put down my fork. I looked at my husband, who was taking care of our two-month-ol...
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where the red pen bleeds: Food Paralysis
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Where the red pen bleeds. Sunday, May 9, 2010. I've never been afraid of food. As a little girl, I was every mother's dream (my mom, however, may beg to differ) and ate most everything you put on my plate. Fruits. Veggies. Meat. You name it, I probably ate it. At least, that's what I remember. So, on October 26, 2009, I joined Weight Watchers. And began my own personal food revolution. What, exactly, did this "revolution" entail? I watched Food, Inc. Can you please pass the Windex? Both of which is highl...
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where the red pen bleeds: May 2010
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Where the red pen bleeds. Sunday, May 9, 2010. I've never been afraid of food. As a little girl, I was every mother's dream (my mom, however, may beg to differ) and ate most everything you put on my plate. Fruits. Veggies. Meat. You name it, I probably ate it. At least, that's what I remember. So, on October 26, 2009, I joined Weight Watchers. And began my own personal food revolution. What, exactly, did this "revolution" entail? I watched Food, Inc. Can you please pass the Windex? Both of which is highl...
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ransomed off: Two Vignettes
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Wednesday, March 17, 2010. Me: It's a special holiday today, Mather. Mather: What day is it? Me: It's St. Patrick's Day, it's a special holiday. Mather: Do we still go to school today? Me: Uh, yeah. The special thing about today is that we wear green. Everyone wears something green. Mather: I want to wear purple. Thus ended all discussion of St. Patrick's Day. I'm reading Mather a storytime book. Emily: Do you know what this says, Mather? We had not played this game before. This was out of the blue.
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ransomed off: Preschool Tour #1
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Friday, November 21, 2008. On Friday morning, Momily. Mather and I took a tour of the Sunset Co-op. School visit. We are starting to consider Magoo's future! It's amazing how much time has passed and how much she's grown up and changed. Sunset Co-op was thoroughly charming. The interior is a riot of color and play areas: there is a bouncy-room filled with mattresses. Mather was a little shy but really came out of her shell for the chance to paint. She put quite a bit of work into her first of many ma...