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Slothful Intentions

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I sat for hours today reading an apocalyptic, sci-fi thriller. The book is my kind of beach reading, or as some of my teacher friends call such a novel, a bubble gum book. No matter, I’m halfway through and counting down the time until I can return to it.
Only a special kind of slob sits for 6+ hours to read a book. I dotted that time with making meals and doing laundry. I’m not sure if that counts as something useful as I was really stretching my legs, so I could get the blood going and thereby read more.
The day before held a similar pattern, but the day before that I actually followed a schedule. I segmented my day based on my goals, everything from house cleaning to an activity with my boys to writing. I used ideas from authors who write about not procrastinating, so you can write your next novel, blog, etc. That day was productive if I judge by what I accomplished—clothes hung, a blog posted, the start of a model gunship, etc. It would seem the experime…

My Momma Taught Me That

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Reading to children is a must-do for the elites, the educated and even the middle class. Among my peers, no one feels safe admitting that they don’t regularly read to their children. You might as well say you put soda in their baby bottles or smoke while you were pregnant.

I’ll tell you a secret though: my parents rarely read to me or my sister. They read, but not to us so much. My dad read for enjoyment— historical accounts of war, various thrillers, and spy novels. My mom read the bible and self-help type books. I remember my dad started reading Fellowship of the Rings to us, but it was a short endeavor, thrown off by his sporadic work hours and our little girl wiggles.

Though my parents didn’t sit with us in the evening for a bedtime story, they did talk to us. Looking back I realize they trusted us both emotionally and intellectually to chew on topics and nuances that other parents seldom broached with their kids.

My mom valued empathy. If I complained…