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THE FINALE: Tap-tap-tapping on heaven’s floor (I finish what I start, I really do)
My second year of being in tap lessons. There we were. The “Tap” promotional campaign that involved–oddly enough–tap, and I had made it to the Saturday finals. My rivals were many; their talents were intimidating. I had only been slapping my shoes against hardwood for three years; they had been doing this since they were…
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This one’s a challenge, WordPress bot.
1.) My cat, Annie, forever and always. Among her other perfect qualities, she very patiently lets me smooch her nonstop. 2.) Eggs for breakfast. Hard-boiled, soft-boiled, scrambled, poached, made into an omelette…they really are the perfect food, healing for both brain and body. 3.) My parents, almost 80 years old and with the energy and…
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Was today typical?
Sure. Now, please define “typical” for me. I’m not ever going to share intense details of my personal life, I’m not going to talk about my struggles, I’m not going to brag about my small victories, and I’m not going to give details about what I ate, thought, or did. This is a stoopid writing…
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Crazy From The Heat
I wanted to quickly express my astonishment that my post about Davie Village received well over a thousand views in just a few days, a first-time occurrence for anything I’ve written on here. The majority of the traffic was visitors to my site–as opposed to subscribers–and only two things could possibly have brought that about:…
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Lady, You Might Have A Drinking Problem.
Wine flies when you’re having fun. In dog wine, I’ve only had two glasses. Keep calm and pour on. Booze is the answer, but I can’t remember the question. Not cute. You might want to start analyzing yourself and what it is that you’re doing to your body, mind, and life, because it’s not cute. …
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I Got Dem Ol’ Half-Marathon Blues, Mama!
[Header pic: very old, but the only appropriate one I could find] …and by that, I mean I couldn’t complete the half-marathon I wanted to tackle on May 5. Not even “couldn’t complete” it; I didn’t even do it. A goal that I had set for myself one year prior was decimated thanks to a…
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ESL, Yet Again And Forever: May Gawd Have Mercy On My Soul
Header pic: Me on my last day of teaching with some students in Busan, South Korea, eating fire chicken (buldak). 2007. Oh, and that’s way back when chicken didn’t make me want to vomit. When I find myself in times of trouble, there is no Mother Mary. There are only the ravaging, demonic memories of…
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Some Sobering Thoughts About Addiction, Matthew Perry, and Gawd
I recently had a conversation with one of my closest friends that found us jumping to the topic of rehabs, recovery houses, and somehow, Matthew Perry. I have never–not even once–seen a full episode of “Friends,” though I have been the victim of clips here and there. Nothing about that show seemed appealing, witty, intelligent,…
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Marching through Canada’s shame.
It’s not dangerous, really. It’s not the sort of place you want to go–and, in fact, should be avoided as much as possible–but you’re not really at much risk. If anything violent does happen to an innocent pedestrian or local employee, it’s news-worthy: it’ll be reported endlessly by the six o’clock talking heads, or plastered…
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I am not the colonoscopy Vera.
. Not that there’s anything wrong with a good old life-saving colonoscopy. Earlier this week, I typed my blog domain name into Bing–which is the default search engine for my weird Amazon Fire tablet that was given to me as a gift a few years ago–and right below the link to this here site was…
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