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My Very First Guest Poster
This morning I was lying in bed, listening to NPR. It was early–around 8 am. (I got up so I could get to Target before anyone else, because I have crowded-Target phobia.) Anyway, a guy was being...
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Start Worrying. Details to Follow.
I always feel like The Prodigal Blogger when I go for weeks without posting–a little sheepish, like I have to acknowledge my absence. Which is sort of the point of this post—i.e., the inherent...
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Why Can’t We Be Friends?
As year three–yes, three–of my separation looms, I sometimes ask myself: Why aren’t R& I back to being friends yet? Shortly after we split, I confidently told myself, my kids and my mother that my...
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Reunited
Some of my favorite people from high school I have been in total blast-from-the-past mode for the past couple of months. It started when I learned, via Facebook, that my high school was having its...
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Stop Me Before I Don’t Blog Again
Wow, I guess last summer is over, huh? Oops. I really did intend to resume my blog in the fall, but I guess that season slipped away from me too. Yikes. And winter has apparently been cancelled here...
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Let’s Get Spiritual
Almost everyone I know in my age group seems to be struggling mightily these days. Marriages are crumbling, parents are falling ill, children are morphing into terrifying teenagers, and upper arms are...
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Eschew. (Bless You!)
So my block recently had a stoop sale, which is the Brooklyn equivalent of a yard sale. We’ve half-heartedly participated in these before, but this time I was determined to do a major house purge. Up...
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Girls Gone Wild
If you know anyone who happens to be location-scouting for a documentary on the rise and fall of estrogen, please have them ring our doorbell asap. It’s a madhouse in here, what with all of us at a...
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The Summer of My Discontent
I’m facing down an unwelcome assortment of fives and zeroes at the moment. This season marks my fifth year of being un-married, and I will turn 50 in the fall. So 05 and 50—neat, huh? Why do numbers...
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