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  • How do grown-ups do it? How do they get everything done?

    How do grown-ups do it? How do they get everything done?

    I mean, I’m going to be 56 in about a month and a half, you’d think I’d have my shit together by now, right?! I certainly don’t need yet another blog post or magazine article or TedTalk on “how to get it all done.” I get it. You wake up, you work out, you have

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  • So tired of brain fog and overwhelm

    So tired of brain fog and overwhelm

    You know, for someone who was going to lessen and curate her news intake, I sure do spend a lot of time with news headlines being shoved into my eyeballs. It doesn’t help that I’m on or near a computer or my phone about a third of the day, and headlines pop up on those

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  • I love my pets but boy howdy do they stress me out sometimes

    I love my pets but boy howdy do they stress me out sometimes

    First off, EVERYONE IS FINE. But. Get pets, they said! They’ll lower your blood pressure, they said! A few weeks ago at Tulip’s yearly checkup, they noticed she had a broken tooth. No big deal, made an appointment for the next thing they had open that I also had a day open, and the 29th

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  • Show meeeeeee (where) the money (goes)!

    Show meeeeeee (where) the money (goes)!

    You know, I’ve never actually even seen that Tom Cruise movie, where he shouts “SHOW MEEEEEE THE MONEY!”…! I know, I know. But it was impossible to not hear that line. It seems like for a few years there, everyone was riffing on it. So here’s my riff on it – I want to see

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  • Not the week off I had planned

    Not the week off I had planned

    Most of my local friends (and some of my far-flung friends and family) know my friend Lesley Lawson. Lesley and I met when we were both hired at the new Barnes & Noble that was opening in Butler Plaza way the heck back in… 1993? 1992? We were both hired pre-opening, which meant building shelves

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  • 1095 Days of Being a Widow

    1095 Days of Being a Widow

    Whelp. Today is the End of Year Three/Start of Year Four of being a widow. I say that not in a “oh, feel sorry for me” way but in a “whoa, look at everything I’ve done/been through in the last three years.” I usually take this day for quiet introspection, looking back on where I

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