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Category: Remember when…
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I sat on the hood of my car in the deserted strip center parking lot, brooding over the fresh argument with my boyfriend, jingling my car keys in my hand, trying to decide what to do. Go back in or go home? He was still in the club – music drifted out of the building and across…
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The day started with promise, then suddenly it was 5:45 in the evening…the day was almost gone and I hadn't accomplished half of what I had hoped. And I'd barely even been out of the house! Kendall and Tom were both gone, but I needed a break from work…from the computer. I needed some exercise…to…
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This is the year that the majority of my high school classmates and I cross over into our second half century of life. Some have slipped there quietly, others have faced it head-on with weekends in places like Vegas or the Caribbean or on a cruise ship. One guy, Roy, is in Colorado as we speak, and…well…he says…
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Tommy was barely two weeks old when the most awful wave of out-of-control mother's anxiety/premonition overwhelmed me, and I burst into tears. I know it was just the combination of overactive hormones on an overactive imagination, (think gasoline on a fire), but my thoughts flew far into the future, to a world at war and my baby son all grown up and…
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The countdown has begun. In a few short hours, it will be a brand new year – the last one in the first decade of the 21st century…this will be the year of my 50th birthday, my baby's high school graduation, and who knows what else. The past few years, Tom and I have a hosted a New…
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He had white hair (evident on his head and even his pubic area) and small tattoos on his hands in that spot between his thumb and his pointer fingers. The fine print on the sign outside the entrance says he and the other bodies on display gave permission for their bodies to be used in this way,…
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Tommy's back in Dallas. He drove Tom's little Capris. While he was here, we ate and ate and ate some more – Tom smoked a turkey, and I made a double batch of cyclops cookies. They're already gone! Santa paid a special return visit and filled our stockings. One of my gifts was the movie "In…
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Christmas Day around here was lazy – centered around family and food. LOTS of food! We always have a traditional, heart-attack-waiting-to-happen breakfast on Christmas morning – bacon, fried eggs, and buttered toast. I ate so much that I still wasn't very hungry when Christmas dinner rolled around: non-traditional smoked brisket, chicken, and sausage. Of course, that…
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I admit it…overall this was one of the worst years of procrastination for me (although is it truly procrastination when you're just so busy with other things that you don't have time for some things until it's almost too late?) But for the first time, maybe EVER, I had presents wrapped and under the tree before…
Long Hollow 