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Most cabbies don't venture down Parnell anymore. They say it's too deadly, a place where their chances of getting beaten or murdered for money outweigh the chances of driving away with a good tip. Somehow, though, the Blue Bunny ice-cream truck seems to enjoy safe passage. Every few hours, the old-fashioned white van graced with a goofy baby-blue rabbit comes rolling up playing Pop Goes the Weasel. But the trip is mostly in vain. Kids have long ago learned that a nickel in their pocket is hardly enough to purchase a Popsicle, let alone...
...hard on a long More cigarette, one of many she'll suck down during this week from hell. The day before, she made her national television debut, explaining through streaming mascara that she has no idea how one of a parent's worst nightmares had come true for her. Somehow her daughter is not her daughter, at least biologically. Somehow the girl she gave birth to on June 29, 1995, apparently was swapped with a girl born a few hours later to a 16-year-old cheerleader named Whitney Rogers. Somehow nothing makes sense anymore...
...typical bill for tuition, fees, room, board, books and incidentals is $10,069 at public schools--23% of the average American family's household income. Only a very few of us can open our checkbook and zip off that amount. And yet somehow it gets done, as thousands of families scrimp a little here, borrow a little there and take advantage of a host of scholarships, grants and tax credits made possible by organizations ranging from the local Lions Club to the Federal Government in Washington...
...this as a mother who has come to parenthood through adoption. True, my daughter Becky and I don't "look alike" (an issue on people's minds last week, as if physical resemblance somehow legitimizes or alters the parent-child bond). But I assure you, Becky's claim on me is exclusive and has been in evidence since the age of 14 months, when she raced across a room yelling, "My mommy!" then tried to shove a child off my lap. I've met hundreds of adopted children; not one has needed a court or a mirror to figure...
...another summer in South Texas ever again, an area that prompted people to say things like, "You mean that's still the United States? I thought that was Mexico!" when pointed out on a map. I saw that I was going to stay in the Boston/Cambridge/Somerville area every summer, somehow, some way. I saw my future fold out before my eyes...