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The Letting Go
When my mother died, I hung on to this bottle of deodorant she had given me until long after it had been used up. Because she gave it to me. I think I got it into my head that getting rid of that bottle would be like losing my connection with her. I just couldn’t…
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Do You Have a History of…
Packing for a move is always an interesting experience. It gives you an opportunity to really look at all of your stuff. I often encounter things I had forgotten I have. And that makes me wonder why I still have those things. If I could live without them for this long, why am I holding…
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My Mall Dream
When I was little, I used to fantasize about being locked in a mall after closing time. Of course, for this to work, none of the individual stores would be locked and there would be no security whatsoever. I’d get to spend the night going from shop to shop, getting anything I wanted for free.…
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When Luxuries Become Necessities
I don’t own a clothes dryer, and I don’t particularly miss having one. It’s really not that inconvenient to hang things on a rack to dry. It takes about as long as it would to load the dryer. And I save on electricity and repair bills and space. I also don’t own a hair dryer.…
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That Thing You Do
We still talk. All the time. “I love that thing you do.” “What thing?” “You know. The thing. Where you say something funny and I laugh and that makes you laugh, and then you say, ‘Silly girl,’ as if I were the funny one.” “Well, I love that you’re so hard core.” “What does that…