Attitude
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You, too, can own brown hair.
I’ve never been able to understand people’s fears about their hair. Truly. In some cases, it seems the individual believes she is her hair — that without it, she wouldn’t be the same person. That she wouldn’t look attractive, or… Continue reading
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Glucosamine, Progesterone & Bubble Baths
Somehow, I never made it to Target yesterday. By the time I decided to leave the house, it was after 12. I shook my head at the traitorous clock chiding myself over my lack efficiency. I used to be so… Continue reading
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Achy Breaky Creaky Self
I’m alive and well after making much ado over my stint at the keyboard yesterday. But barely. I can honestly say that if I had been writing fiction, then I may have ended the day on a higher note, without… Continue reading
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Almost Wordless, but Not Quite?
 See updates below… I have to work today. All day. Yes. A-L-L. As in all. There’s no blogging. Well, this doesn’t really count, right? Because I have a lot to do. Seriously. A. Lot. You know…tons. I have several iTunes… Continue reading
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B.L.O.B. News
Why is it that cats go on these toots that last a week or two, then stop? Huh? No, she isn’t going to die. And no, I’m not having her claws removed. How’d you like someone to remove your fingernails?… Continue reading
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Dear Friend…
Do you ever look at your junk mail? No, not in your email — your snail mail. You know, the kind that comes from all those trees. Yes, that junk mail. Well. In my junk snail mail, I received a… Continue reading
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Grinning and Swearing over Syllabi
It’s a little difficult to write when my iTunes playlist is soothing the crabby writing self I was planning on strutting today to commune with my First Day of Not Going to School hangover. No, not that kind of a… Continue reading
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August Dog Days of Sweat
See the face up there in the header? The one with the gaping mouth. That would be me. Me dealing with — or half-assed trying to deal with and summarily failing to deal with the heat. And the humidity. OH… Continue reading
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I owe, I owe, so off to work I go.
Well, it’s happened. I actually have a responsibility that will take up quite a bit of my writing time. And I actually get paid to do it. Yes, it’s writing. No, it isn’t creative — well, not creative writing. The… Continue reading
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Whining in the Men’s Room
A few days ago, our local paper ran Ellen Goodman’s piece on “The male-dominated blogosphere” where she spent three columns questioning why the “forceful, sometimes demagogic, message-monger organizing tool for the progressive end of the Democratic Party” has “chief messengers… Continue reading