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It’s only been a year

and now it’s safe to be sad.
I’m glad, though, that the house on the rock stood firm…

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Last night I attended the lecture of a prestigious senior academic with degrees and books galore and found myself passionately, burningly, fundamentally troubled by her premise.  It is opposed to the very principle that guides my work in literary criticism and cultural studies–and when I confronted her with it she said, simply, “you must not [...]

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Sster wrote on March 12, 2008:
Can I please just rip the contents of my house out like a tablecloth after a feast?  I do not have time to clean it and there is no one else to do it.  Most days I can either be a good parent (outings!  attention!  games!  singing!  art!) or have [...]

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Old normal.
In our little family today, all five of us are doing what we were made to do: I am dissertating, Attic Man is lawyering, the Snapper is at day care playing with other kids (which he loves; we have a tantrum for every leave-taking), and the dogs are sacked out in the living room [...]

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The reason I didn’t want to take both dogs AND the Snapper at the same time was because of some vague, imagined something that might “happen” that I wouldn’t be able to handle with all three.  But then I realized that that something would be just as unmanageable with just one dog and the Snapper.  [...]

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Abandoner’s Guilt

I’m surprised to be dealing so well with what’s happened to us over the past two weeks, but there’ s one thing I can’t seem to shake.  The first time we returned to CR as a family to see our house the city was a wreck.  After trying in vain to get a glimpse of [...]

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Lists

Attic Man saved the following plus more that I’m not thinking of:
Portable dishwasher with two plates, two pasta dishes, a few pieces of silverware, two of the Snapper’s plates, and a condiment cup; vacuum cleaner; microwave; toaster oven; Benjamin’s The Arcades Project; Said’s The World, the Text, and the Critic; Joyce’s Ulysses; collected poems of [...]

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Well, maybe a few rooms so that we don’t have to eat and sleep in the same space. And maybe a bed that’s not inflatable.
I looked at apartments in IC today and we have two possibilities. Apt #1 is a basement duplex, 2 bdrms, small yard but no fence, a block and a [...]

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I’m anxiously awaiting the barricaded area to open so I can see my house–and it will probably be the last area in the city to open (you know that famous picture of the railroad bridge with the houses smashed up against it? That’s yards from our house)–and to hear from our current landlady about [...]

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Identifying the Body

On our way to Cedar Rapids tonight I told my dad on the phone that because I never got to come home from my trip, and by that I mean the house I will never live in again, there is this missing piece to my story that I need to complete it.  I need to [...]

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