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The Hunger Games

Does anyone find it ironic that an ex-heart throb I ran into at a restaurant told me my ex is in Venice [where he was supposed to take me for our 10th wedding anniversary since I got sick when we went there on our delayed honeymoon] having dinner with my ex-friend of 25 years who always thought him pretentious and who quit speaking to me because I told her her hair was frizzy one rainy…

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My Grandmother’s Garden

When I moved into my house the front yard was filled with bricks and dog shit and the backyard was a newly planted lawn. I stepped up my game on this one – using lots of passalong plants that came to me like manna from heaven and little by little the landscaping that I couldn’t figure out began to take shape. It is much like everything else – you just start and see where it…

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What type of writer are you?

If there was world enough and time, I would tell you a little bit of what I know, but these days, I just have to go with what is top of mind rather than any deep sense of knowing. My financial client left me but then boomeranged back when I was least expecting it, which caused my working world to go into overdrive – lickety split. Yesterday, I wrote four different reports on four different…

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What if I don’t want a cure?

Friends have been emailing and posting to my FB page the news that XELJANZ, an arthritis drug, cures alopecia. It made me think back to when I turned the corner on my baldness and accepted it and actually worried that my hair might grow back. Even now when I see photographs of me with hair and those without, I have a natural fondness for me without. I’d love to lose ten or more pounds, but…

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What will they call my child? Me?

The new generation is called Boomerang before them were the Millennials, and there was Gen-X, and every generation has been defined by some overarching theme. What will Tin’s generation be called? Hard to say, there is still so much to find out about them. For now I still grapple with what to call us, should I say I’m an older mom or is that fact self-evident? Why do people assume I’m a single mother? What…

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Finding another word for it

A friend of mine has recently cut back her hours and is having a tough time trying to rejigger her scheduling. She has time – but for what? It’s a good question as most people who are on the treadmill juggling children, jobs, and relationships are begging for time off – time to BE – with nothing on their agenda but a good book and perhaps even a cocktail with an umbrella in it. I’m…

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The Hole

“I walk down the street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost… I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. I walk down the same street. There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again. I can’t believe I am in the same place. But, it isn’t my fault. It still takes…

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