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Rewind
He walks into my room and immediately heads to the window, peering out to ensure nobody is peeking into the second floor and that his entrance has gone unnoticed. He draws the curtains, which I don’t understand because it’s 9 p.m. and it’s dark on all sorts of levels, but…
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Leaving a little of me behind
The past two days have been freakin’ brutal! Well, of course they have been. I was gone for four days. What did I expect. Today I barely left my desk, in fact I didn’t except to go to the ladies room twice and quickly zap my blechy frozen lunch. I…
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It’s Mardi Gras beeeotches!
. . . And right here, right now I am all by myself and the house is clean and the cupcakes are made and even though DS has to work tonight we celebrated before he took off and that was awesome one-on-one time and EBD works ’til 8, but since…
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Two weeks of play
There are times as I sit in isolation surrounded by people I feel like yelling at the top of my lungs, “I DO HAVE FRIENDS, YOU KNOW!” But it might sound as if I’m trying to convince myself and I suppose during periods in which I’ve not gotten together with…
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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…
At Least They're Committed 