Debby
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01: Sorry, Uncle Michael, and Pig Latin (0 comments)
04: overheard at the park (0 comments)
04: how many cooks does it take? (0 comments)
08: David's birthday (0 comments)
09: David listens to me (0 comments)
11: David's birthday party (1 comments)
11: Tim Eriksen (1 comments)
12: Professor Amy-Jill Levine is lecturing in Seattle (1 comments)
14: Rose's school concert (0 comments)
15: David's rash (0 comments)
15: accio cute bunny (0 comments)
15: Harry Potter, the journey begins (4 comments)
16: homophobia hurts my feelings (2 comments)
21: stories by Rose (1 comments)
21: another rejection letter from the New Yorker (3 comments)
22: another story by Rose (0 comments)
22: Today the part of Peter Pan will be played by a red pen (0 comments)
29: bits and pieces about the kids (0 comments)
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People you'll meet in this blog:
Debby: That's me. I'm in my 40's, live in Seattle, within a twenty minute radius of my mother, father, sister, and friends who are family. I used to be a community college writing instructor. Now, I'm 90% at home parent and 10% writer, editor, tutor.
John: my partner, a fabulous cook. You could find out what we had for dinner by checking out his blog.
Rose 8/02: our daughter. Rose is shy, strong-willed, sweet, incredibly picky about food, kind of obsessive compulsive, loving, verbal, and has an excellent memory. She likes chocolate and playing on the rings. She really likes being with Miriam.
David 1/06: our son. David is easy going, likes to bang on drums and throw balls. He really likes being with Rose.
Julia: my sister. We live six blocks apart, talk on the phone five times a day, and have dinner together at least half the week.
Dan: Julia's husband. He reads the kids four bedtime books a night.
Miriam (2/02) and Ariana (5/04): my nieces. Sometimes there are tussles over who gets to carry the purse or who gets to be the mommy, but basically when the kids are together (almost daily), they disappear upstairs and play.
