What’s an In-Debt, Paycheck to Paycheck Mama To Do?

I’ve already exceeded my grocery budget and it’s only the fifth of the month. Seriously, I don’t think my grocery budget should count if it’s a Costco month.

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Global Gatherings

Back when I home-schooled my children, I had to think up ways to facilitate the natural curiosity that children have – the kind that often gets swallowed up by video games and Nickelodeon. At least it did in my house. One way I did this was with Global Gatherings.

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My House is Me

Let me talk about my house.

 

The kitchen feels like my mom. I want to sit at this table – that my grandfather made – and drink the coffee that my mom got up so early in the morning to drink, before the rest of the house awoke.
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South Asian Challenge 2012 — Because

Ok.
Because I don’t have anything better to do (Ha ha ha,) I’m signing up for this challenge.
And.
I will read … 8 books this year either about South Asia, or written by a South Asian person.
In addition to all my other reading pursuits.
Because …

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The Secret Lesson of Books and Grief

Strange.
Emotional spilling over.

While reading a book, I move from one scene to the next — one sentence to the next — and start to cry. With no hint of a reason why.

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Book “Mid”view

I can’t help it.
I’m not finished with this book, but I have to talk about it anyway.
So it’s not a book REview, nor a book PREview.It’s a book MIDview.I love this book because … she writes like I think. Short, staccato sentences. Verbs. Blurting. Metaphors bleeding.
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Invisible Special Needs

So I just spent THREE hours reading blogs written by mom’s with kids with Asperger’s or Autism, and websites that touted the iPad as a great resource for these kids. Apparently there is a butt-load of apps specifically designed for kids on the autistic spectrum. Who knew?

Now, I don’t actually *have* an iPad, but my ex does. I just sent him an email with a few links to apps that might be helpful to our son.

What’s gotten me on this special needs kick all of a sudden? A number of things. Some silly. Some profound.   Continue reading

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Time Suck

I have a friend who has been unplugged for a month now. A noble gesture for sure, but one I’m unwilling to emulate. I don’t have cable, so I don’t watch TV, but I am a movie junkie and definitely use my $15/month at Netflix. I’m also on the internet a lot. Continue reading

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Soooo Many Books To Read

A surprising, or not so surprising, by-product of attending writers conferences, is the books you end up buying that you weren’t planning on. I came home with four more (not counting the review copy of Tasting Rain that was waiting in the mail box upon my return) books than I left with.

I justified them all.

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Failed Book Review

I have failed.

I did not complete this book.

Finishing books I’ve started has always been an unwritten law for me. If I start one, I have to finish it.
It’s only been recent (in the last five years or so) that I’ve allowed myself to not finish a book. I had conceded that my time was precious and that if I was not riveted to what I was reading … it was OK to stop.


So, I didn’t complete “Desperately Seeking Paradise.” I purchased it at that great Mecca of booksellers: Powell’s City of Books with the understanding that it was a memoir. What originally sold me on it was the quote on the back by James Buchan of the Guardian. He said, “Desperately Seeking Paradise draws on an old Muslim literary tradition in which a man sets out from home and friends, ostensibly to make his pilgrimage to Mecca, but really to indulge his spiritual restlessness … add some British-Indian blokery and some slapstick, and you will have some idea of the scope and charm of Desperately Seeking Paradise. Interspersed through these adventures are meditations on episodes in Islamic history and other political and religious movements.”

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