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Kelly Shifflett tears up when she talks about turning needy families away from Bright Stars, Albemarle County’s preschool program for at-risk youth.
And in recent years, the number of those calls the Bright Stars Program Coordinator has had to make has only increased, rising from 79 children on the waitlist to 86 in the last three years.
“For the families, it’s hard for them to understand why they aren’t accepted,” Shifflett says. “It’s hard to tell these parents who get it that we don’t have room for the child.”
Dear Tom and Ray:
I have painful, incapacitating sciatica on the left side, most likely from constantly engaging the extremely hard clutch in my 2000 Toyota Celica. Have you heard of this association? I'm wondering if the clutch can be adjusted so that it's looser. Or, if not, how should I go about finding an easier-to-clutch used car with manual transmission that is not a lemon or too costly to maintain?— Jill
RAY: We're not doctors, Jill ... although my brother does make the other mechanics at the shop work in hospital johnnies every week as part of Casual Friday.
TOM: That's just to give the customers some laughs. And because they find the open-back design to be cooler in the summer.
RAY: You can't adjust the feel of the clutch, Jill. Assuming it's always been like this and didn't suddenly change, it is what it is. In fact, we've always found Toyota clutches particularly light and easy to shift.
TOM: So forget about making an appointment with your mechanic. Instead, make an appointment with a good physical therapist. On top of that, we'd recommend several other things if we were your medical-automotive advisers:
RAY: No. 1, get a car with an automatic transmission. If a clutch is causing you incapacitating pa...
From what my daughter's boyfriend has told me of his childhood, his mom sounds cold, unloving, even borderline abusive. He's quick to reassure me that she's changed since then. But I can't unhear what I've heard.
I know the default is to be cordial when I meet her and give her the benefit of the doubt, but how do I handle it if she puts him down in my presence?— Uncharted Territory
This is actually two questions. The first is how to handle what you've heard, and the second is how to handle what you witness.
For the former I recommend, yes, the benefit of the doubt, but you can't half-heart it, or else you'll take the slightest of her transgressions as license to believe the worst.
So try looking at yourself through this lens for a moment. Page through your memories of raising your daughter, and fix on a couple of your lowest moments. Times you yelled, times you acted selfishly, times you said something mean. Now imagine your daughter spinning these tales for a therapist. Yikes.
You may know these were deeply regretted exceptions, typical and human and duly mended, but you also need to know that, if phrased just-so to someone who wasn't there and doesn't know you, these could paint a scary picture of you. Of anyone.&n...
By Kay Slaughter
Walking down a narrow alley through a sea of men, desks and typewriters, amid the clouds of cigarette smoke, I spot a small clutch of women to my left— in an area segregated from the sprawl of the city room of the Harrisburg, Pennsylvania Patriot-News.
Fresh out of college, I report for my first day in the women’s department, meeting Carol and Judy, two colleagues my age, as well as four other women in their 40s. The boss arrives, and I discover the women’s pages are headed by a man.
No women in the pool of reporters, on the copy desk, or in the editorial department. In the early 1960s, I wasn’t surprised: that’s the way things were. I was glad to have a job and dug into my assignments.
That summer, I wrote a story on Women’s Suffrage Day about the women who had marched for the right to vote. I thought then that the main obstacles to women’s equality were past: We women had the vote, were educated, and could find jobs. What more could we want?
A few years later, I began to have questions. Married with two children under two, I’m reading Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique between washing diapers and carting my kids to the playground. Despite my enjoyment of the babies, I miss work.
In retrospect, my own mother had it tougher than I— her college career ended abruptly with the death of her father,...