Margin Notes

These blog posts search ordinary moments in my life. That's where magic hides. Always.

 
Guest Blogger: Tim Blake Nelson
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Guest Blogger: Tim Blake Nelson

[From 1976-1983, I taught English and directed plays at Holland Hall Upper School in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was twenty-four and had negligible experience. I didn't know up from down about teaching, but during those years, a handful of students changed me irrevocably. Over three decades, one way or the other, they've found me. I recently…

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How To Raise A Child
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How To Raise A Child

I said nothing at the time. At a children's birthday party, a mother announced her four-year-old son had asked for trumpet lessons. Several parents complimented the boy's interest in music. "No!" she responded. "I'm not listening to hours of trumpet practice! I told him he could learn the violin or piano." I felt terrible for…

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Christmas 2016: Toddler Coat Politics
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Christmas 2016: Toddler Coat Politics

In the days approaching Christmas, life is sporadically peaceful. While kitchen multi-tasking, I set a sheet of parchment paper on fire. No cookies were lost. Our dog Maria recently took a fall and couldn't walk, landing her at the vet's with us carrying her in by towel sling. Two weeks ago I undertook a harrowing…

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Guest Blogger: Kelley Burst Singer
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Guest Blogger: Kelley Burst Singer

{From 1976-1983, I taught English and directed plays at Holland Hall Upper School in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was twenty-four and had negligible experience. I didn't know up from down about teaching, but during those years, a handful of students changed me irrevocably. Over three decades, one way or the other, they've found me. I recently…

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Guest Blogger: Ken Levit
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Guest Blogger: Ken Levit

[From 1976-1983, I taught English and directed plays at Holland Hall Upper School in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was twenty-four and had negligible experience. I didn't know up from down about teaching, but during those years, a handful of students changed me irrevocably. Over three decades, one way or the other, they've found me. I recently…

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For Want of a Nail: How Women Succeed
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For Want of a Nail: How Women Succeed

Cliff and I faced buying a new car recently. We drove several and talked with the salesman. When things started sounding serious, he called in the money person. She presented options. The conversation finally ended. He handed us his business card. She scribbled her phone number on a post-it note. Over several days, Cliff called…

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In the Details
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In the Details

If you look up the expression, it's either God or the Devil in those details. It was God in my house. My mother always said, "Anything worth doing is worth doing well." She ironed sheets and pillowcases, each bed made with six inches of top sheet folded neatly over the blanket. Her garden was an…

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Cliff: The Pied Piper
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Cliff: The Pied Piper

In my years with Cliff, I've seen this happen numerous times in public places. A tearful child will walk up to him and announce: "I can't find my mommy." Cliff gets down on his knee and says, "We'll find her." Then he takes that small hand and looks for the information counter or customer service.…

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Snapdragons
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Snapdragons

My mother-in-law Mary Jo and I had one common reference point: Cliff. Her son, my husband. Even then, we would have disagreed across the board on his welfare. Pick a topic, any topic. We were decidedly different women. However, I did learn something valuable from her. She told me once about a lost opportunity with…

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Crazy Corn
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Crazy Corn

I'm a Midwestern girl through and through, having lived in Illinois, Indiana, Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Ohio. With all three states side-by-side on the American map, I grew up believing we were the cornfield coastline. Folks in seashore states gazed at the ocean from their lawn chairs, but on my relatives' farms, outdoor seating faced the…

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A Flashlight for Non-Readers
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A Flashlight for Non-Readers

In first grade, Maggie stopped loving books. The language arts program used skill-and-drill instruction followed by multiple-choice testing to determine progress. No matter how often Cliff and I presented our case on her behalf, the teacher didn't care to offer options. We knew being turned off to reading would be a major stumbling block for…

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Fill-in-the-Blank Education

I haven't taught in more than twenty years, but I think about classrooms all the time. I've decided there are two ways to teach. Focus on the answers. Or focus on the students. Either way earns the same paycheck. I once worked with an English teacher who was a fascinating person but gave mind-numbing tests…

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Thomas Edison Returns Home
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Thomas Edison Returns Home

I heard the sirens in the town square on June 7th, signaling the parade was beginning for Thomas Edison. The bronze replica of him holding a light bulb, that is. Almost seven feet tall and weighing 900 pounds, he rode on a flatbed truck behind an escort of police, sheriff, and fire department vehicles.…

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Seven out of Ten

Sometimes you can see trouble coming. You've got seconds to make a decision that will haunt you forever, no matter which way it goes. It happened to me last spring. I was taking Maggie to a friend's house in Woodbury, and we had to travel I-94 across St. Paul in Friday rush-hour traffic. Ahead of…

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Definitional Distress
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Definitional Distress

Words, definitions in particular, have gotten me in trouble for as long as I can remember. My earliest language mishap began with organized religion, kicking off an uneasy relationship that continues to this day, although I excelled in some areas of church life. As a child, I loved winning glow-in-the-dark crosses for memorizing scripture. (I…

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Fences and Gates
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Fences and Gates

Our dog Maria and her two puppies were discovered at a dump on a northern Minnesota reservation. A woman up there took them in. She works with a Twin Cities' shelter that periodically picks up her animals because they're more likely to find homes in Minneapolis/St. Paul than in a remote rural area. They knew…

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Happy Solitary Mother's Day
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Happy Solitary Mother's Day

I was a late bloomer to being celebrated on Mother's Day. A mother for the first time at 45, I imagine I expected more than the usual cards and flowers. Because I have a big imagination, I probably envisioned a gigantic balloon drop with cheers and applause. That was almost 20 years ago. So who…

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Peacehaven

I'm hardly a geographical expert. Far from it. In fact, I have a spatial dyslexia that often leads me astray. Left? Right? Both look the same to me. So I've developed a sensory view of places, a directional rhythm. Consequently, I find an ebb and flow in every place I've lived. Each town has a…

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Purple, Overnight
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Purple, Overnight

When you get to be my age, you think you know a lot. Still, sometimes you get it wrong. You simply couldn't see it coming. Literally. Since August we've lived next door to Rob and Beth, straight off the Hallmark rack of ideal neighbors--friendly, helpful, considerate. When you live side-by-side with people, you notice their…

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Guest Blogger: Kathryn Atwood

[From 1976-1983, I taught English and directed plays at Holland Hall Upper School in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was twenty-four and had negligible experience. I didn't know up from down about teaching, but during those years, a handful of students changed me irrevocably. Over three decades, one way or the other, they've found me. I recently…

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