Retrospect proves that social media sites need not become cesspools of trolling and rancor.
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Suprise Me
Story Wranglers: An Update
Prompted By Retrospect Retrospective
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Retrospect proves that social media sites need not become cesspools of trolling and rancor.
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Love That Dirty Water
Prompted By First Day of School
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My oldest sister went off to Radcliffe College in September 1962, just as I started seventh grade. I was fascinated with Radcliffe – the apple trees with circular benches around them in Radcliffe Yard, the nine old homey-looking brick dorms around the lush green Quad – and with the bustling Harvard Square area. It seemed…
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I Love Progress
Prompted By Cutting the Cord
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Imagine if my umbilical cord had not been cut many years ago! I love cutting the modern day cord, why? Portability: I can access the internet anywhere within range of a router and without cables. Ease of setup: We can set up a wireless network without having to run wires or drill holes. Flexibility:…
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Blasphemous Minister of Education
Prompted By Struggling with Values
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The struggle to teach traditionally vs. the struggle to teach with a different pedagogy
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A cup of tea, a game of backgammon, and memories of Mao
Prompted By Snowy Days
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Dan and Sally invited me in, and with their daughter, we played backgammon, and they made me a cup of tea and offered me some cookies.
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I’m Looking Over a Four-Leaf Clover
Prompted By Superstitions
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Superstitious? Who me? No way!
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Pardon me while I have a strange interlude
Prompted By Comedy
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Comedy, for me, is reified in the Animal Crackers scene when madcap Captain Spaulding (Groucho Marx) steps away from staid Mrs. Rittenhouse (Margaret Dumont) and Mrs. Whitehead (Margaret Irving) saying: “Pardon me while I have a strange interlude.” You know, recently I’ve favored cremation over burial, but burial’s preferable if I can have Groucho’s line carved…
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License to Drive
Prompted By The DMV
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Turning sixteen was a coming-of-age ritual. Not a sweet sixteen party—getting a driver’s license! Having wheels in mid-twentieth century US meant mobility, freedom, unsupervised hanging out with friends, romance.
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Saying Goodbye to Mom
Prompted By Trauma
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After my mother was pronounced dead, my sister-in-law handed me the diamond necklace Mom always wore.
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