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I tend to be a packrat. In fact, according to my partner Sara, it’s a sickness I suffer from—one whose prognosis is potentially terminal. As you might imagine, moving overseas challenges my packrat-itis, if you will, requiring me to sift, … Continue reading
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I’m not much of a multitasker. In fact, I lack the ability to do much more than two things at any given time, too often, only one. Sara says I’m single-minded—that I’m focused and goal-oriented. Her description is a kind … Continue reading
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I try not to judge. I try to cut parents some slack. But I’m gonna ask again, what’s up with baby names these days? Yes, you’ve heard me complain about this before, and I hate to rehash old issues. But indulge me here … Continue reading
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This has nothing to do with crap creation or with my poorly trained and poopy puppies. While it may be true that, like Anne Lamott, I write shitty first drafts, it’s equally evident that even my tenth attempt retains an excremental edge. … Continue reading
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My partner Sara says I’m a hoarder. She insists on this—especially when I lamely claim otherwise. I prefer to think of myself as a supporter of surplus—not so much a believer in excess, as an advocate for plenty. Call it … Continue reading
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Cesar Milan hates us. Sure, my partner Sara and I are fine people. We moved to Haiti after the earthquake in 2010. We’re people who love people. However, our dogs behave badly. Whispering is not our strong suit. In fact, Ralph and … Continue reading
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Last Tuesday my partner Sara made an ugly and, I still insist, unwarranted accusation about me. You see, that evening, after witnessing Lexington meteorologist Bill Meck mis-forecast local weather yet again, Sara and I watched over dinner as a channel 18 reporter interviewed an Eastern … Continue reading
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I’m a morning person, for the most part. I tend to wake up perky—a double-fisted drinker–hot tea in one hand, Coke Zero in the other. Breakfast is my favorite. I especially like sweet, morning meals—pancakes, French toast, waffles. There’s a lot to … Continue reading
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When I absent-mindedly dropped trash in our kitchen’s utensil drawer, I knew I’d taken the up-cycling-artist thing, a bit too far. As my partner Sara said, I’d been playing with tin cans too long. Maybe you’ve done something similar—cleaned up … Continue reading
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My life has been one long and, seemingly, endless effort to make thin, fine hair thicker and fuller, an evolution from baby bald to big girl curl. It’s basically been a bad hair life, one I’ve tried to rewrite in pixies and perms, bobs and barrettes. Hope … Continue reading
