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Written by Michelle Lavallee
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Sunday, 08 November 2009 20:35 |
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A triptych of haiku submitted by a prior contributor to bentspoon: Michelle Lavallee. Yes, we're related. She's my big sister.
My son searches for the perfect apple. There it is, just out of reach ****************************** Heavy sun flowers bend their heads as they prepare for a winter's nap ********************************* Late crickets chirp as the wind blows a hint of cold and the sun warms it ********************************
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Written by RJ Lavallee
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Friday, 06 November 2009 05:20 |
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I had this great piece I was writing for the past few weeks that started over an email I had received from a disgruntled member of the swim team for which I'm the director. The reason I spent so much time “working” on it was that I was never really sure that it was something that needed to lie anywhere outside of my laptop. A wedding my wife and I went to this past weekend solidified my instinct to not publish this scathing retrospective on how I reacted to the email (scathing towards both the person who sent me the email, and towards myself). If you've been reading my posts for a while you will not be surprised that my attendance at a wedding made me become quite introspective. This wedding, however, was different: different in a good way. The wedding was of one of my wife's colleagues, and considering the wedding was an intimate affair of principally family, both my wife and I were very touched to have been invited.
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Written by RJ Lavallee
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Wednesday, 23 September 2009 05:26 |
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Playful banter is important to any good relationship. There's a lot of playful banter in our family: particularly between my wife and me. And yes – to those of you with dirty minds – that playful banter is not always rated PG, though it is very often couched in PG-rated innuendo. After all, whenever we're home, so are the kids. And as our children have gotten older, the innuendo has had to become increasingly complex, particularly since when our oldest is anywhere within earshot of us – and for him that's an awfully long distance – or if he doesn't readily understand what we are saying to each other, he immediately chimes in from two rooms, or two floors away, “what did you say?!” What has become increasingly frustrating, however, has been our children's tendency to hover. And when I say “frustrating,” I mean...frustrating in a non-PG-rated way.
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