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#47 If They Were Me and I Was You

What's killing me here is the inscription in mom's distinctive handwriting to both my brother and me. Our birthdays are 3 weeks apart. I...

#46 Don't Admit That It's Part of a Scheme

This morning Barbara was buttering her toast in a very civilized way, ie with a knife. I didn’t have a knife so I just jammed my (clean!)...

#45 You Were With Me All the While

I spent the better part of today looking for pillowcases. Not online — in my apartment. They’ve been missing for a few months now and...

#44 Life's Like an Hourglass

A couple of days ago I wrote a sad post about Delilah’s health and since then I’ve gotten a few calls and texts from people checking in...

#43 All the Boys Think She's a Spy

I was talking to a friend last week and she reminded me that we all have “A” days and “B” days. “A” days are the ones where you run...

#42 The World Will Never Ever Be the Same

Sixteen years ago I tagged along with my friend Alisha to pick up a puppy from a farm in Lancaster. I never pass up a chance for an...

#41 To Be Yourself is All That You Can Do

One weekend when I was 12 years old, Mom and I found ourselves completely on our own. This was highly unusual so I can only imagine that...

#40 I Am Always Amazed Words Can Fill Up a Page

First grade. This will be explained below. Sort of. I made a promise to myself that I’d write every day in August and that I’d post...

#39 Find Me a Find, Catch Me a Catch

When did having two glasses of rose and a bowl of popcorn for dinner start leading to hangovers comparable to that time I drank shots of...

#38 Nothing to Do and All Day to Do It

When I decided to leave my job in the middle of a pandemic I knew that I would have no trouble keeping myself busy. And at first, I...

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