Tim Barrus Blog
Posts tagged with parenting
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TIM BARRUS ON SINGLE PARENTING
Get ready for people leaving your life. Ghosted. My kid and I lived in San Francisco in an old Victorian. I had a job interview, and my babysitter was taken ill. No job interview. No job. It was an opportunity. I leaned in to it. You have to learn how…
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All These Babies Are a Burden
I do not understand how anyone would bring a child into this sad and exhausted world. Some people have to have it all, when no one can have it all. The house. The cars. The kids. The job. The credit cards. Food. Food. Food. And school. And school times twenty.…
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Tim Barrus and the New York Times
What parents will do not not do is not going to be up to the new york times Social Media is the current whipping boy. Adults see chaos. Kids see chaos, too, and most kids are able to say: Consider the Source. The kids who cannot have that internal dialogue…
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On My Bike: Oceanside 2 Seattle
New York Times If I said to my kid: You are getting vaccinated, go get on the bike, my kid would go get on the bike. If I said: You will be volunteering this week at the food bank, my kid would be at the food bank. I do not…
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Tim Barrus, NYT
Tim Barrus, New York Times I worked in Special Education for years. With the “bad” kids. How bad were the Bad Boys. You don’t want to know. We had a category (for everything) called SED. Severely Emotionally Disturbed. In Special Ed, we threw a lot of words around. The language…
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Tim Barrus, New York Times
Parenting on a good day can be deranged. Parenting on a bad day is also deranged. Parenting in an emergency and the failure of infrastructure is called rock and role. $1.39 per meal per kid on Snap. A complete failure. The number of hungry American children has doubled. The failure…
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Tim Barrus New York Times
When it comes to reopening schools in the middle of a Covid pandemic, foster children walk a very fine line. It is very easy for them to lose their balance. When we cover parenting, we forget about thousands when we leave foster parenting out of our focus. Foster parents are…
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Your Parents Were Asleep In The Downstairs Bedroom
your parents were asleep/ in the downstairs bedroom we were upstairs through lucidity and the night of thorns/ mayhem unconstrained the milkman stairs groaning but never taking sides/ your midnight cock like oceans deep in the tearing evidence of blood diffused by carnage/ your parents downstairs/ unafraid https://timbarrus.tumblr.com
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Poetry: Bondage of the Foster Parent
U R different yet in many ways u 2R the same having been there U know what U know in decrepitude that this rope both binds U&him &ties U up together his echo cold eyes of death in the land of savages is always rendered moonlight& the wind he only…