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The Compelling Wooden Bomb Story
I want this to be true.
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More Wishes
When I was a child, I used to imagine that if a genie granted me three wishes, one of my wishes would be more wishes. As if I were the only person on earth to ever have thought of that. As if I’d never run out of ideas for wishes. As if I were a…
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Bitterness
The other night we had a wind storm. At 3 a.m. it ripped open my screen door. Bang! This, naturally, caused my dog to go ballistic, and his hysterical tirade prevented me from going back to sleep right away. It also woke me up right in the middle of REM sleep, which caused me to…
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And Now for Something COMPLETELY Different…
I thrive on routine. If you are into astrology, you could say that’s because I’m a Capricorn. If you study psychology, you might say it has something to do with my introversion. Regardless. I may not have all my ducks in a row, but I can usually predict where they will wander off to and…
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Why Did You Become a Bridgetender?
One of my faithful readers/new friends asked me that question recently, and I realized that I’ve touched on the subject in this blog in the past, but never really addressed it in full. So here goes. I’ve been working and/or studying since I was 10 years old, and I’ve had 23 different jobs. Some of…