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things i wish i had said, part 79

“I’m dejected, but only momentarily, when I can’t get the fifth vote for something I think is very important. But then you go on to the next challenge and you give it your all. You know that these important issues … Continue reading

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life is funny, part 382

“I feel pretty good for an octogenarian,” he says.  “A MID-octogenarian, at that.” She stares into space while waiting for the man to finish his conversation and order. She has that look of someone who is too young to be … Continue reading

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life

Life is like a piñata. Sometimes you get the crap beaten out of you with a stick. But then you get candy. Here’s to life. Sticks and all.

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eulogy

they had barely said hello and it was time to say goodbye goodbye … — the prophet ani difranco And just like that, it was over. After 30 years, 245,000 miles and half of my life, we said goodbye. It … Continue reading

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or not

“You read the papers and you’re led to believe that the world is a big, scary place. People, the narrative goes, are not to be trusted. People are bad. People are evil. “I don’t buy it. Evil is a make-believe … Continue reading

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life is funny, part 380

I got up early today. I’ve read that in the summer if you run before noon it’s not as hot. It’s an interesting theory.  As I get ready, I’m reading about the adventures of Lauren and Jay. They’re bicycle tourists. … Continue reading

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dear nicole

Hi. I hope you’re OK, even though I know you’re not. Which, I suppose, is the point of hoping. We’re still at Kellie’s house, at least till the chocolate croissants run out, which shouldn’t take long. Kellie and I were talking … Continue reading

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