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Friday, May 31, 2013
968. War of the Elbows
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I was scrunched in my middle seat, saying futile prayers to The Gods of Travel that nobody would sit in the aisle seat. The Window ...
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Wednesday, May 22, 2013
964. Open Letter to a Loyal Shirt
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Dear Loyal Shirt, I remember when we first met, at the mall of all places. You beckoned me over from a metal rack where you were han...
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Friday, May 10, 2013
958. My Kids Are Bionic
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I never wore glasses. I can usually hear when a bus is driving up behind me. I am able to outrun elderly people any day of the week. ...
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Wednesday, May 8, 2013
956. The "B" List
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The first time I ever heard the concept of a “B” list was when I was planning my wedding. My mom told me that we should keep the number of...
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Tuesday, April 30, 2013
952. Z Is for Zoo with Zero Zebras
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When my younger son, Short, was about three years old, he became obsessed with zebras. He adored stuffed animal zebras, books about zebras...
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Monday, April 29, 2013
951. Y Is for Youth and How to Keep It
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Our society is obsessed with youth. I remember being young (say, 20 or so), and feeling like no one would take me seriously. Any HR pers...
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Friday, April 26, 2013
949. W Is for Washing Machine Funeral
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It was premature to even plan the funeral until my dear friend had actually died, but I knew she was getting close. She had already live...
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