Author: Tripping Raul
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Newsletter night
Ding! Another “sent” email. One night a month it’s like any night at a newspaper. Twelve, 13, 14, 15. Hoping your eyes were right, hoping all is accurate, hoping your instincts ring true. (Hold onto your butts!) Got out about 5:50 or so, sprinted to the bus ‘cuz it was…
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James Bond and dead presidents
My sons are ecstatic that the 2013 Oscars will be celebrating 50 years of James Bond and that all of the Bonds plan to attend. They noted that it’s remarkable that all the Bonds are still alive and I agreed, saying, “That’s an even better percentage than surviving presidents!” There…
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A block away
I had a most delightful lunch with my friend Gail from my journalism days and her beau John. They were playful and giddy and they laughed often when telling me of their adventures. At one point Gail — who I’ve known for 15+ years and who had so struggled before…
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Popcorn
“You finished without me.” “That’s what she said.” “No really, your self examination, good for you.” “Lost interest.” We’re sitting on my bed, watching The Emperor’s New Groove projected on my bedroom wall. We plan to follow it up with Big Fish, but I’ll be asleep before it’s over. I can…
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Let’s put an end to this drivel
When first I chatted with Kevin about my overzealous-dudes problem, he said he could understand why people were drawn to me, that he felt my energy, acceptance and openness. It was cool. Anyway, we talked about what we called the “Something About Mary” syndrome, realizing that men thought they were…
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Hope vs. faith and being shy beyond all reason
I’m cautious when using the word irony. It’s used incorrectly so often. Even my beautiful mother has used the term at times where I questioned whether the reference was merely coincidence. Then again, I don’t believe in coincidence. I got yet another set of test results just now. Again, they…
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Tubes
My lungs are good, my heart is strong, my oxygen, pulse and blood pressure are awesome. The doc looks in my ears, “Oh, you have a great deal of scarring.” I just say, “yes.” There’s no need for a translator, thank you very much. A little girl can sense disgust,…
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I’m Cathy, really. I guess I am.
Gabriel, I’m an idiot. I say the most ridiculous things. Why am I doing this? We’re cruising, ya know? Red convertible Lincoln with a white rag-top circa 1960something and I’m wearing big, bold sunglasses and a silk scarf to guard my shoulder-length, perfectly coiffed hair from the wind at 70…
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Unknown
Having spent a good part of the night half-dreaming that there was something evil in my small corner bedroom and possibly in my bed, I must admit I’m a bit fatigued today. My dog refused to sleep with me and she had nightmares throughout the night — whimpering and clawing…
At Least They're Committed 