ihopeiwinatoaster

Twelve years ago this journey began. Our twin boys were six and I initially just wrote about the cute stuff they did. In fact, the name of this blog came to be because one day I heard them chanting “ihopeiwinatoaster; ihopeiwinatoaster” over and over in the basement. Time passed, I tried to go a little deeper, say important things. However, those cute boys are at university now and their stories are their own. So, what’s an old blogger to do? Well, I guess that’s what I am trying to find out.

Monday, September 29, 2014

On Pride and Personal Prejudice

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Zack is taking his plate into the kitchen where Nick is blustering about making some "butter sauce" for his second plate of penne...
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Wednesday, September 24, 2014

The Frayed Green Rope

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For the most part, I write my posts as if you were sitting with me on the porch or in the living room and I was telling you a story as I sh...
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Thursday, September 18, 2014

Bella, Soccer Star

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I resolved in my last post to figure a way to make this less potentially hurtful for the boys.  In the last few days I have been able to sp...
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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Transitionings

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Perhaps you've noticed, although you're not really supposed to, that I am in a transitional place around here on my porch of the i...
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Thursday, September 11, 2014

Sticks and Stories

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I love sticks.  Boys love sticks.  Men love sticks.  Oh, all kinds of sticks, from the formative power of a Blue Tip match to the fearsomen...
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Monday, September 8, 2014

On Hats and the Dreams Therein

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Situation Coming Available Wanted:  Hat, Baseball style.  No trilbies, fedoras or pork pies need apply.  Gentleman is over fifty a...
Friday, September 5, 2014

The Bean Tree and Me

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The street we live on here is getting repaved and widened and, at the same time, they are laying a new water line to the water tower they r...
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