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“This is Marketplace”
Three words that make me melt.
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The First Word
While relaxing on my back porch the other day, with my dog in my lap and the sun in my eyes, I allowed my mind to drift in lazy spirals. Talk about the epitome of privilege. Doing nothing. If this were the 1800’s, I’d be out there chopping wood for the winter. Anyway. I have…
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A Fever of Stingrays
I just heard on the radio that a group of stingrays is called a “fever”. I don’t know why, but that just makes me really happy. I love how creative our language can be. But it makes you wonder, who got to decide the “official” name for each grouping of animals? Was it a person?…
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Naming Things
I just adopted a new dog, and I’ve named him Quagmire, because he seems to be getting me out of an emotional one. In fact, he’s filled my life with joy, so you’d think I’d be kind enough not to saddle him with a ridiculous name. But no. This made me think about the act…
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Naming Yourself
I have never really related to my own first name. And my middle name? It feels downright foreign. If I could have named myself, I would be Serenity. I’d actually legally change it tomorrow if I didn’t think I’d be laughed out of my family. It’s the name I chose for myself in the virtual…
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Poor Kitty
I once knew a lady who decided to name her daughter Kittyn. Of course, she had every right to name her child whatever she wanted, but it would be a rare person who didn’t groan inwardly and pity the child upon hearing this news. As far as I’m concerned, some names constitute child abuse. That…