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Monday, July 20, 2009
My Urban Child
When we drive by any green space that doesn't have a playground Benji shouts out, "Hold your breath! It's a graveyard."
The boy has never seen grass! O dear!
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Ilaria
I am an ex-journalist and a mother of two boys. I live in Los Angeles. I am a traveler, an adventurer, a writer. These are my philosophical investigations -- from the kitchen, the playground, and the streets of LA.
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