Tag: Margaret Reyes Dempsey

I recently won at the slot machine of parent coolness. The lights were flashing, the alarms were going off. Coins were pouring out. (So now you know how long it’s been since I stood at a slot machine). My husband and I had a meeting at my son’s school. We showed up just as the kids…
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As a technical writer, I enjoy reading documentation. The WordPress people do a good job explaining options and functionality. However, I’m having a difficult time finding an answer to a question about search engine terms. “Search Engine Terms” is one of the features on the Stats page. According to the WordPress documentation, it lists terms that…
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I had an appointment today for an annual check-up. My doctor remembered that I had a novel published and asked how that was going. Then we talked about blogging. Several people had told her she should blog, but she didn’t know what to write about. The obvious answer was medical topics, but after a long…
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Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouths. I was born with a stainless steel spoon being repeatedly forced into mine. It seems my family received some faulty data indicating an imminent famine. They decided the appropriate action was to feed me constantly and build up my baby-fat stores to withstand the coming…
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If you are even slightly hormonal, I warn you: Stay away from the chocolate gelt. This holiday tradition is capable of turning women of a certain age…well, that’s just say peri-homicidal. I know there are some countries that have the tradition of chocolate coins for Christmas, but living in New York, I know it as…
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I want to thank everyone who participated in this giveaway, whether you entered to win a copy of my book, posted news about the giveaway on your Facebook page or blog, or stopped by to leave a friendly message. Drum roll please . . . And the winners are: 21) Sam I am 22) Cynthia…
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I was planning to do this Giveaway on Ground Hog Day, sure that Punxsutawney Phil would see his shadow, dooming us to six more miserable weeks of winter. But I don’t need that punk Phil to tell me nuttin’ as I sit on Long Island buried under a foot of snow. So, for all of you who…
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Last month, I visited the C. W. Post campus for a screening of “Race to Nowhere,” a documentary that answers the question “How are we doing?” with regard to our education system. Apparently, not so great. The film interviews students, parents, educators, and other experts in the field. It examines the pressure on students who…
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With all the snow, my mind keeps returning to migliaccio, an Italian custard made from farina. In Italian, migliaccio would be pronounced meal-YA-choh. But it’s been generations since my Neapolitan relatives floated over to our shores and the word has been butchered into mul-YACH. Although I have studied Italian, I don’t bother pronouncing it correctly because no one would know what…
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