The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

Things are good. Almost too good. So good, in fact, that sometimes I panic. That annoying little voice in my head whispers, “This is too good to be true. It can’t be real. You’re overlooking something. Or all the great people around you will finally see you for the inherently flawed individual that you are …

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My Voice

The View from a Drawbridge

I had a fascinating conversation with some old friends recently. I’ve known them for 10 years in the virtual world of Second Life. We hang out a couple times a week, but in all that time I’ve never heard their actual voices. All our communication is via text. Am I alone in this? When I …

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priv·i·lege ˈpriv(ə)lij/ noun privilege; plural noun: privileges synonyms:advantage, benefit a special right, advantage, or immunity granted or available only to a particular person or group of people. When I was a little girl, my mother took me to a special place. We stood in line. Then we went into this booth and drew a curtain. …

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My Fry

The View from a Drawbridge

There has been much ado about vocal fry of late. If you’ve been hiding under a rock somewhere and don’t know what that is, it’s the quaver or creaky/growly sound some people have in their voices. It’s usually attributed to college-aged females, but I hear it in plenty of males, too. It seems that a …

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I will never know what my mother’s favorite color was. I’ll never know where she was when Kennedy was assassinated, or during the Cuban Missile Crisis. I’ll never know if she ever considered being a model. She certainly had the looks for it. Did she know anyone affected by the 1944 big top fire that …

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