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Here cometh the mojo master
Funhouse Mirror (Photo credit: tamaradulva) He. Makes. Me. Feel. Fabulous. And he’s gay, so not in the way you might think. I’m talking about my old grad school buddy, Andrew. Everybody needs an...
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I don’t let just anyone call me awful nicknames
Two girls walking arm-in-arm under an umbrella in the rain in the snow on campus (Photo credit: benchilada) Only my kindred spirit, Audrey. I believe my big sisters tried to do so, but with little...
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Knock knock
My girls are coming to town. My posse, my peeps, my peripatetic pals. Sorry. When former English majors get psyched, we tend toward too much alliteration. A male friend recently asked me what my BFFs...
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What the divorced won’t tell their married friends
I was sleeping in my son’s bed. I was not alone. I had a multitude of stuffed animals surrounding me, arranged in the protective circle within which he liked to sleep. He was at his father’s house with...
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Got brave. Forgot the beret.
My brand new painting is gracing my laundry room. I’m not saying “my” because I bought it. I say “my” because the artist is moi. Take that, Mary Ann. For the uninitiated among you, Mary Ann was my...
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Gal pals
They get me. That in itself is amazing. They get quirky ‘ole me. And they show up. Not always, not in every way I hope for, but I can be a bit unreasonable that way, truth be told. Girlfriends who show...
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Fallen idols
When the student is ready, the teacher appears. And when the lesson is over, be it days or years, that’s usually when the scenery changes, for me. I have a steady cast of characters in my life—my...
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Add it to my tab
I wrote this piece a couple of years ago to be included in an anthology but instead, offer it here to you. It needed to sit for a bit and bake in my head, so to speak. As I hit almost 13,000 followers...
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Present in the present
I see the pain in my son’s face over the pain he has caused someone else. He wishes he could take what he has said and done back, but instead he covers his regret with bravado. And me? I try very hard...
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Love in her eyes and flowers in her hair
“Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.” –Led Zeppelin Oh, there is, LZ. And I just helped her get married. If one can “help” someone do such a thing. A...
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All the wrong things
I’ve been worrying about all the wrong things. Last night, what kept me awake was seemingly important– the dirty dishes in the sink, the weight I want to lose, the fine lines forming around my mouth....
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Dust in the wind
The unexpected forecast last weekend was for dust in the wind—at least in my hometown. Not coincidentally, just a couple of days ago I looked much like the young boy you see pictured here. If you read...
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Kristineapalooza
I hosted a festival of sorts in my bedroom this weekend. My friend dubbed it Kristineapalooza. Spur of the moment but oh so fun, I’d do it again. Only I’m not sure I could do it fully clothed, as I...
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Sometimes a steady gaze is enough
Years later, as he recounted the story to me, I saw what happened that day in a completely different light. Andrew and I were grad school classmates, part of a small group of executives earning our...
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The last eight months of a life
When I wrote of my friend and long-distance coworker who recently passed, some of you wrote privately to me about not having experience with a loved one dying. And about wondering what that was like. I...
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A much needed conversation
“Speak to me, God,” I said, while driving through the countryside. I was on my way to a friend’s lake house, in search of the space that used to exist between my shoulders and my ears. I spoke my...
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Coffee talk
If we were having coffee this week, I’d probably offer to make it. Given that I invested far too much in every coffee-making system out there over the past few months—searching for the Mother of all...
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Are you a Big Deal?
As I type this blog entry, my mind is elsewhere. It’s on a man for whom I just wrote a farewell speech. He is whip-smart, classy and—my favorite trait of all—humble. Despite the fact that he has...
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The minute the words were out of my mouth, I could hardly believe I said them. As I held the automatic door open for the young mom with a baby in her arms and a toddler in the stroller, she thanked me....
View Article“So, when you least expect it . . .”
I’d love to blame it on the damn psychic. Many years ago, an intuitive told me I had fulfilled my purpose for this lifetime in 2006 and was “sticking around” solely to bring strength to others. She...
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