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Monthly archive November, 2012
Life Is Like A Cosine Wave

Life Is Like A Cosine Wave

For me, life’s ups and downs come in cosine waves. High peaks, low valleys. Extremes. Don’t get me wrong. I have a really nice life. I’m blessed with a husband who I love and kids that can bug the shit out of me but who are healthy, smart and usually kind. But it just seems...
Conversations With My Kid: Driver’s License Edition

Conversations With My Kid: Driver’s License Edition

One of the most important decisions to be made when preparing to get a new driver’s license is figuring out what too wear. As you know, I renewed my license last week. and I’m pretty happy with how my new picture came out. But it didn’t happen without some planning. And this conversation with my...
Don't Mess With Me: My New License Picture

Don’t Mess With Me: My New License Picture

I received a notice a few weeks ago that my driver’s license was due to expire on my upcoming birthday. And as my birthday is in two weeks, I made my way to the local DMV office this morning to renew my license. I walked in at 9:36. With out an appointment. I walked out...
Knowing Yourself: Blessing or Curse?

Knowing Yourself: Blessing or Curse?

Knowing yourself well is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because when you are feeling down about something or confused or pissed off, you can usually pinpoint the cause of that feeling. Pretty easily. And if you know where that uncomfortable emotion is coming from, that knowledge by itself can sometimes make you...
A New Place For Dirty Laundry

A New Place For Dirty Laundry

After my first wedding, in April of 1995, my husband and I settled in to our newlywed apartment in the West Village of Manhattan. We unpacked wedding gift after wedding gift. Espresso machine. Citrus juicer. China and crystal for 12. A few decanters. A little porcelain Lladro piece of a bride and a groom. One...
Reaching 50 Without Any Chin Hairs

Reaching 50 Without Any Chin Hairs

I’m turning 47 soon. (No. No. No. It can’t be.) Thinking back on when I turned 40, I remember saying, “Oh, age is just a number. You’re only as old as you feel. Forty is the new thirty. Blah, blah, blah.” Fuck that. Forty-seven is old. Forty-seven is almost 50. And in the past year,...