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Jafta will be starting kindergarten in the fall, and I am having a really hard time figuring out where he will attend school. I am a big proponent of public school on a number of levels, and I've always been vocal about wanting our kids in the neighborhood school. I found this to be a great ideology to hold while my kids were too small to attend school, but now that it's MY kid who is old enough to be the next student at the Title I down the street, my principles are faltering. I've been . . .

I was cleaning out the garage the other day, and I found a roll of film. Remember rolls of film? Before digital, when we used to have to take those 35mm cartridges in to Rite Aid (before they became CVS) to have them developed? Yep, that will be a story for the grandkids someday. Anyway, I really haven't used a 35mm camera in several years, so I was very curious to find out what was on the roll. I took it to Target, and when I picked it up, I found about a year's worth of photos. My guess . . .

Well, the holidays have come and gone, and like so many years past, I sit here feeling like I need another week just to recover from the madness. I have a horrible, horrible habit of overcommiting myself during the holiday season. A combination of poor boundaries, people-pleasing, and perfectionism mean that I spend most of December engaged in some Stepford wife/Martha Stewart wannabe version of my actual life. That, coupled with the fact that I sometimes think the holidays were something . . .