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Open Heart Surgery

Yesterday was a dreary day, the skip work and curl up on the couch with a tattered copy of War and Peace and a steaming mug of tea kind of day.  There is no skipping work for funsies when one … Continue reading

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Why I Write Love Letters (NaBloPoMo Day 10/30)

It is just past the halfway mark for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) and 30 consecutive days of writing and blogging.  I’m batting 0.625 at this point.  Not great, but I’ll take it.  I thought it would be hard to … Continue reading

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Pieces Of You

“Hello.  I’d like to get certified copies of my divorce decree.” “Do you have your case number?” “No.” “OK, what is your last name?” […] “I don’t see you in the system.  Where was the petition filed?” “I … I … Continue reading

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Heart To Heart

I have a heart; it’s the only one I got. Sometimes my heart is happy, sometimes my heart is sad.  Too often, it is hiding in a place I can’t access, perhaps in a tiny forgotten crevasse along one of … Continue reading

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Irregular Activity

I am reading Cheryl Strayed’s memoir Wild at the present.  I borrowed it from dear M a while ago and it came with a warning: “You want to be in a good place when you read it.”  It never felt … Continue reading

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Mind The Gap

I  built stuff last night.  The put-on-your-crappy-jeans and get-your-hands-dirty kind of stuff.  Real stuff to create a theatrical set.  A few years ago, I made the jump from happy but shy theater-goer to curious and eager theater-doer.  The conversation went … Continue reading

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New Zealand

A beautiful Air New Zealand 747 was landing at SFO as I was pulling in with my rented white Mustang this morning.  I was about to hit the gas on the long off-ramp to hear the delicious roar of that … Continue reading

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