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About the time we bought our MacBook and started spending every possible spare minute online (for we now had his and hers laptops and mostly reliable wireless), we stopped getting the local paper. I didn’t miss the extra clutter one bit, especially since our home decor still includes end tables made of stacked New Yorkers and other magazines. No shortage of reading material lying around here. 

I didn’t realize this meant our kids would grow up not realizing that newspapers are traditionally a source of important information and interesting stories. That people read them to find out what’s happening in the world or the neighborhood. I also didn’t realize the extent to which I would utterly fail to impress Siena when I showed her, today, an actual newspaper article with my name next to it.

I agree with her that writing five-hundred words for a local weekly publication that a handful of people might read is not, in fact, all that impressive. But still, I thought my kid might be like, “Cool, Mom, you wrote that?” Instead she just rolled her eyes and said she would look at it when she checked her feed reader. And then rolled her eyes even more when I explained that it wouldn’t show up on her feed reader, it being only a print publication at this point. She shrugged and said, sorry, she didn’t know how to read hieroglyphics but the cave-painting graphics that accompanied the piece were nice, and could I get back to her when I found a more modern writing job? And could she please have an iPhone? 

Anyway, if you’re in the Twin Cities and come across El Heraldo in the doorway of a coffeeshop or something, check it out. Spanish translation courtesy of Google, not the classes I took in high school. In the Paleolithic Era.