Question: Are exaggerations a form of creativity, or are exaggerations simply lies told with excitement?
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“Someone pushed Joe down today.” Joe’s teacher told me. “I think it knocked the wind out of him a little. He was fine, though.” She continued, “I heard Joe talk about it on the playground. He’s gone from telling the other kids he was knocked out for a second to 15 minutes. The time keeps increasing.”
As I look at you – yes, you – through the screen on your computer, I must tell you, “I have a headache.” There. I said it.
I want to write a post. I want to write an entertaining post. But my head pounds with pressure; it pounds with pressures of parenting, pressures of employment, pressures of finances, pressures of deadlines, pressures of health and pressures of obligations. Can you relate? Yes, I know you can. Continue reading “This Title Has Nothing to do with This Post but Joe does”
I remember when my boys were infants. Whenever I heard my infant boys crying, my heart would break. When they first showed separation anxiety, their emotion tugged at my heart strings. The years have passed, and the boys are older. Now, when I hear my boys cry, I want a drink. (I’m kidding.) Continue reading “My boy Charlie (Or, is it me?)”
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