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Am I Getting Through to You?
In the extremely polarized world in which we now live, I often suspect that I am preaching to the choir. I write this blog every day, and I’m usually discussing things that I feel very strongly about. Lately I wonder if this is turning into one long political rant. I fear I’m starting to sound…
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Two Ships Passing
About two years ago, I was getting out of my car and heading to work when this guy walked past and remarked that I have the coolest job on earth. And I do. Bridgetending is unique and fun and (usually) stress-free. I can’t imagine doing anything else. But, work, schmerk. This guy was good looking,…
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The Back Scratcher and Other Encounters
When I created this blog, I had no idea how many incredible people it would bring into my life. When I’m typing away on my laptop, all alone, it can be easy to forget that my words aren’t just drifting off into the ether. People actually read them, and some are impacted by them. I’m…
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The Ads You See Aren’t Me
Recently a friend asked me if I have any control over the types of ads that are placed on this blog. Aside from the shameless plug of my book that I place at the bottom of each entry, the answer is a resounding no. But I was curious as to why she asked. “Because I’m…
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Gotta Be This or That
My ex-boyfriend used to quote that song whenever he thought I was being indecisive. While I did enjoy the Ella Fitzgerald version that would then run through my head, I still found it to be an annoying habit. The man always did lack subtlety. He saw the world as nothing but black and white. I…
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My 100,000th View
As if I didn’t already have an excuse to celebrate on the 4th of July, this year my blog reached its 100,000th view on that day! I am so honored to know that even one person is willing to take the time out of their busy schedule to read my words, but to think that…
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Hiding Your Light under a Bushel
I used to be in a relationship with someone who wrote a diary every single solitary day for decades. That’s pretty darned impressive. He wants to donate it to the Smithsonian someday. The thing is (yeah, yeah, there’s always a thing), no one will want to read it except the most steadfast historians. His diary…