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The cardiologist’s parting words were, "No more extreme exercise." “What about backpacking?” I asked. She didn’t say anything but looked at me as if she…
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I have always wanted to live in one of those LA houses stylistically called a Hollywood Spanish Revival. White walls, red tile roof, arched windows…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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To be honest, I'd never even heard of the term "social isolation" until this whole virus took hold of all of our lives and everything…
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Racing. I wrote about “racing” several times. There was the heart-breaking scene based on John when he was a cubscout and the pine box Derby.…
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Racing. I wrote about “racing” several times. There was the heart-breaking scene based on John when he was a cubscout and the pine box Derby.…
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That Thanksgiving more than 20 years ago. I had met Judi several weeks before and we had gotten close quickly. I was surprised this had…
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I have been broken into twice since I have lived in this home on Indiana St. SE. Both times all of my jewelry was taken.…
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So, shortly after being set up with Christopher the British physicist, by the good folks at People Resources, Susan developed an immediate hot crush on…
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My heart is tired from so much death. The deaths of good friends I've known, some of them all of my life. My heart is…
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He had begun an “apartment collection” downstairs, in the rec room. So far it boasted a bathroom throw rug, a shower curtain in its new…
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That would be my husband. Lots of talking in the dark, especially lately, as we deal with a family crisis, a fundraising challenge on our…
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"It worked again." That's what my ex said while he was telling me all about his new love. "It" is the dating app he used…
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Here’s me, soaked for two days in vinegar, the rubber egg experiment, my ribcage collapsed, my heart exposed. The eggheads invented the terms "invasive thoughts"…
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Since the emergence of Trump onto our social/political scene, our hearts have been tested, indeed. In fact, so tested that as of this very moment,…
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The cardiologist’s parting words were, "No more extreme exercise." “What about backpacking?” I asked. She didn’t say anything but looked at me as if she…
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I would have loved to have met the Romantic Poets. Not just Lord Byron, famously handsome, but Percy Shelley as well. John Keats, Samuel Taylor…
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