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Anti-Climax Heights
I was taking a trip down memory lane the other day and decided to Google Earth all my former houses. What an eye opening experience. The house I lived in right after college has been painted hot pink. The one I lived in after that, which was a total dump with rotting floors, questionable plumbing,…
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Life Begins at 50
I’ve spent much of my life fearing the passage of time. I wasn’t obsessed with the topic, but I didn’t want to get older, that was for sure. What a waste of energy that fear was. First of all, aging is inevitable. All the plastic surgery and vitamins and exercise in the world isn’t going…
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Loving and Winning
I was driving down the road the other day and the song “Bubbly” by Colbie Caillat came on the radio. I had one of those moments. Happy tears. Because that used to be “our” song. (Cheesy, I know, but whatever.) Used to be. I’m not one who falls in love easily. In fact, it’s only…
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On Being Silly
From a recent conversation with a friend: Me: “Why would anyone wash their hair with something that ends in ‘poo’?” Her: “It’s a sham.” Me: “I know, right? It’s not even real poo! It’s sham poo! If you’re going to do it, shouldn’t you go with the authentic stuff?” Her: “Eeeew.” I love conversations like…
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Unintentional Hauntings
Do you drive an old, beat up, red Ford F150 pickup truck? If so, and if by some coincidence you’ve passed me on the street, you may have seen my look of pain as I’ve gazed intently at you. It’s not your fault. It’s just that you drive the exact vehicle my late boyfriend did,…
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The IDEA of You
I was talking to a friend the other day, and she said, “I don’t miss my mother. I miss the idea of my mother.” I could understand that completely. First of all, I got to know her mother before she passed away a decade ago, and the woman was as hard as nails. She’d say…
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“Friends Make the Best Lovers.”
A friend of mine, in her late 70’s, said that to me the other day. My first inward reaction was shock. I mean… she’s old. She shouldn’t be thinking like that! But the older I get, the more I realize what a crazy notion that is. Why do we think that age turns one into…
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Dodging Bullets
Every once in a while you’re afforded a view of what your future might have been like if you had taken a different path. Sometimes it’s one of those moments like the final scene of The Way We Were. “Your girl is beautiful, Hubble.” It could have been great. If only. But this isn’t the…
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What Are You Leaving Behind?
Somewhere in America, God only knows where, there are about 50 boxes of books that belong to me. They were left to me in my sister’s will. I’m sure she meant well. She knew how I love to read. But the last thing I need is her hoard of books. If anything, as much as…
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Requiem for a Lost Thought
This happens to me quite frequently. I’ll have an idea for a really good blog entry just as I drift off to sleep, and when I awaken, it’s gone. There’s this sad empty feeling left behind, and more than a little self-flagellation for not having roused myself enough to write the thought down on the…