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THE KID SPEAKS!
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RT @bluthquotes: Not that we're counting. (56 hours) http://t.co/cYnaGbaWtO 7 hours ago
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One of my favorite tricks to play on Mom is to wait until we're all loaded in the car then take a massive pants dump. #whitebabyproblems 9 hours ago
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RT @WheelhouseRev: Don Draper, Carrie Mathison, & Ted Mosby walk into a bar. Ouch! Ha! Sorry more TV until Arrested Development returns ht… 16 hours ago
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Monthly Archives: April 2010
Campsites
Wow. I just left the keys on the counter of my old apartment and shut its door for the last time. I lived there for four years–longer than I’ve lived anywhere other than the two houses I grew up in. … Continue reading
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The Places Above and Beneath
(This one’s for KA, because she asked…) GAH. So much to say, I feel overwhelmed even trying to start. So I’ll start with last weekend, where the “so much” began. (Arguably, it began in the hand of God before time … Continue reading
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Guy in a Suit
Last night I headed over to the BF’s with a load on my back and a chip on my shoulder. The load: another batch of my stuff to transfer to his place in preparation for the impending move out of … Continue reading
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Putting It Out There
This past Friday, I was stuffing 9×12 envelopes with query letters and addressing them to agents around the city as the BF was on the phone being interviewed for a job in a different city. Within a few hours, my … Continue reading
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Severance
My body is reacting to illness and the end of an era, and it is saying: I’m so done. I attempted my loop around Central Park yesterday, hoping that the cooler weather boded a better run. About a mile and … Continue reading
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In Good Faith
I was involved in a discussion about religion at work recently (always a good idea) and someone said, “I’ve met better people at the local bar than I’ve ever met at church.” I almost asked him if he grew up … Continue reading
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Proof
I am beginning to think that the best answer to the question “Why do you believe in God?” may be, “Well, you know what a jerk I can be now? You should have seen what an asshole I was five … Continue reading
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Resurrection Messes
Today I am thinking of resurrections and messes. Because yesterday, we celebrated the former and today, I am a picture of the latter. Sitting on my fire escape just a few minutes ago (a.k.a. my daily communion with nature) I … Continue reading
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The Other Side of the Escape
This morning my lungs were my alarm clock, hacking violently against my ribcage in an exercise they’ve been perfecting the past couple of days. I waited for the spasm to end. It didn’t. I sat up, hoping that would help. … Continue reading
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From Darkness to Light
How fitting that Good Friday is the first day of this year for a visit to my fire escape. A few weeks ago, I was gazing out my window at snow-covered wrought iron; piles of flakes dumped from a gray … Continue reading
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