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March 2, 2011 Library Friends My mom is a library director. She is also Mimi. In her role as Mimi she keeps my son, Sam, while I’m at work. In… Read more Vintage Slice 23 →
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July 17, 2012 Four Days and Four Hours and Thirty-Four Minutes Anyone who knows me knows I don’t count days. As I go about my routine time gets lost. Right… Read more Vintage Slice 22 →
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September 18, 2012The Lowest Form of Learning W hy do theyO rder too many R eaders to K ill time filling inS paces with mindless compliancy? Do theyH ope students will magicallyE… Read more Vintage Slice 21 →
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November 27, 2012 Early this morning I was thinking about my slice. As I looked in the mirror, I decided I should slice this is me. This is what you… Read more Vintage Slice 20 →
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January 29, 2013 “Do you know every time you breathe Mom and Dad love you more?” I stop half way down the stairs and listen to the conversation unfold at… Read more Vintage Slice 19 →
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June 18, 2013 A sock was my undoing. A single sock and it rocketed me straight into a person I don’t want to be. It started brewing when I looked… Read more Vintage Slice 18 →
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October 15, 2013 In the back southwest corner of our yard is a dump pile. It’s a place for grass clippings and watermelon rinds and leaves and trimmings from the… Read more Vintage Slice 17 →
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December 3, 2013 Five feet.Three inches.125 pounds.Ten years old. Andy gave her a nickname.I was mortified when he suggested it,Thought it was offensive.Of course, She loves it.Boss.It’s not something she… Read more Vintage Slice 16 →
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March 4, 2009 His loud wailing sobs broke into the serene morning. Our mornings are peaceful. Always. (Usually.) Right now it isn’t quiet. The sobs are echoing through the entire… Read more Vintage Slice 15 →
Ruth Ayres Writes 