I’ve been thinking a lot about this column, and I’m trying to figure out why I’m having such a difficult time coming up with things to write about. It didn’t used to be this way. Once upon a time I could knock out 600 words about nothing; literally. I wrote columns about garbage and toaster-ovens.
My very first column, way back in July of 2003, was about how my then 6-year old daughter was such a picky eater. She was in first grade, my son was in preschool, and I was preparing to be laid off at the end of the year. Today my daughter is in her second year of high school, my son is in seventh grade, and I just celebrated the two-year anniversary of my second lay-off.
So, what’s different?
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