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All the charm of a bad boy

Moosey came by to visit yesterday and we had Turkish cay and pumpkin spice cake with some slices of fresh cantalope. He talked to me about his business and we figured out things he could do differently at some of his restaurants. He’s a bad boy, no doubt, but he has always had this mysterious charm that gets me everytime. I’ve come to accept him for who he is and enjoy his company without expectations.…

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Girlfriends are sometimes bitches

I went out last night and we were having just normal conversation, and one of the girls, who was having her period, responded so nastily to something I said that I jumped back as if a snake had come out of nowhere and bit me. Hormones are a bitch. Yesterday, at lunch my male friend was rueing the loss of his libido at 51 years of age and saying he missed the hormones that used…

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John Besh – my own personal hero

Great article in the NYT on Besh. A friend recently was telling me that he had suffered through some bad service at August and another friend of his had also. I still want to see for myself as I haven’t been to August in a little bit of time only because my new found circle doesn’t seem to be hip to dining out on the high end. Personally, I don’t want Besh to be Iron…

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In the end, it’s your mind that makes the universe tip away

A friend reading from a borrowed book, Richard Russo’s Straight Man, mentioned a reference in the text to a young woman who enchants the protagonist and while she eats a peach, causes him to ponder “eating a peach,” – of course it harkens to Prufrock’s daring to eat a peach once he’s grown old and I found the poem for my friend to send it and as I read it, I thought how lovely of…

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How to be a couple?

After more than a decade I began to feel like my marriage was more like a gay relationship than not. Our life had become and appeared to be decidely predictable and childless and how should I say – lacked unpredictability that made me feel ilke someone was throwing the dirt on my grave way before my time. I think women bring to the relationship the unknown. A woman I was speaking with last week said…

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Running happy

In anticipation of the run I’m doing on Sunday morning – I love this quote in the NYT: “If I’m happy, I train better and I race better. And the fact that I’ve got a little angel in my life makes me run better.” PAULA RADCLIFFE, who holds the world record in the women’s marathon, on her 10-month-old daughter and her plans to run in New York on Sunday

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Too much is what causes anxiety and then phobias and then….

Loca, pent up, wanting to run and jump has been trying to negotiate her post-surgery condition. The first night home, we went for a short walk, but as we went to cross the footbridge, her achiness became acute and she wobbled across the bridge. Now she is fearful of the bridge. She lies down when we get to it and won’t budge. I forced her across this morning, wanting her to be exposed to what…

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Peaked or just peaked?

Last night, I got all dolled up and went to meet my friends at Swirl, but the night ended quickly. I should have known something was wrong when I’ve been nursing a headache for the past two days – and I usually don’t get headaches – and I had my first glass of red wine and almost spit it out. I drank a bunch of water, feeling like I was dying from dehydration, and then…

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