Mar 10th, 2010
by Mary P Jones.
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Pink Sherbet Photography on Flickr
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"I bet anything she's pregnant," said Mark as we left a get together with friends in the years long before recovery. Having been through a pregnancy recently ourselves at that point, we knew what to look for: the change in eating habits, the hand unconsciously [...]
Jan 19th, 2010
by Mary P Jones.
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h.koppdelaney on Flickr
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Last week, I was sitting cross-legged on my plump little black cushion on the floor of the Zendo I visit regularly and listening to a talk about cleaning incense burners. And as I listened, the very deep and profound thought that came to me was, "I seriously [...]
Jul 25th, 2009
by Mary P Jones.
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nickwheeleroz on Flickr
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A big red C. There it was, heartbreakingly plastered on the front of the report I had worked for weeks on. I had painstakingly drawn a wombat on the special mottled pastel paper, neatly stenciled the title ("All About Wombats"), and enclosed it, along with [...]
Mar 6th, 2009
by Mary P Jones.
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[desta] on Flickr
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When I was a child, my mother used to drag me off to church every Sunday. Oh, how I hated it, and I told her so. "I hated going to church when I was little too," she told me, "But then, when I was older, [...]
Jan 6th, 2009
by Mary P Jones.
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Jez D on Flickr
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Many years ago, I had an argument with my ex-boyfriend about grammar.
"You know, between you and I..." he said.
"You and me," I corrected.
He refused to believe me. So, we bandied about words like "preposition," "subject," and "object" before consulting Strunk and White. In the [...]
Mar 23rd, 2008
by Mary P Jones.
Photo credit: Photo by so_phee_ah on Flickr
Mark and I took the kids to a local Easter egg hunt this weekend. All the children lined up, eagerly clutching baskets, their eyes wide with awe and anticipation. Hundreds of eggs winked brightly from the grass. The rules for the hunt were outlined.
As parents [...]