Tag: myglamorouslife
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A Tale of Two Pools
One of these worlds is gone, and to the other, we will never return.
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A thousand tiny pieces
Snow White pushed a stack of ceramic espresso dishes off of the kitchen counter this morning, to see how many of them would smash into a thousand tiny pieces. The answer was most of them.
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My Glamorous Life
At 4:00 PM, I went to bed to rest up from my head cold, and promptly fell asleep. When I awoke, the clock said 7:15. Oh, no! I banged on my daughter’s door. “You’re going…
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The state of things
At the end of therapy this morning, I felt like the lone Samurai at the end of a Japanese movie. His warlord has betrayed him, his fellow Samurai have fallen into dishonor, and the rice…
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One Hug
JUST WEEKS ago, my daughter’s mother moved out of state. The kid’s been having a tough time with it, and with school, and with her upcoming tenth birthday, which won’t work out the way she…
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Pain is my alarm clock
The pain that wakes me comes with the territory. The pain is good pain. It is the pain of taking care of yourself. The pain of recovery.
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Body Talk
Things I hate about me.
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How my grandfather came to America
While my great grandfather hid in a rain barrel, a Ukrainian villager raped my great grandmother. Some time later, my grandfather was born.
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Kids say the darnedest things. Say the darnedest things. Say the darnedest things.
Parenting a four-year-old is like living with Rain Man.
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The lessons of September 11, 2002
On September 11, 2002, I found myself in a place as strange as Vegas. I was there to speak at a web conference. They must have gotten a good deal on the rooms, it being…
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Running woman and madman
Two incidents mark my morning walk to work.
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Hope is the daughter of dawn
Awake at 4:30 AM at the end of a four-day heat wave. Sweating, but not from the weather. Running a business during a recession gets you out of bed with the chickens. I have always…
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A show about nothing, part 11
Adjusting position of dirty glasses and plates in dishwasher. “Geometry or physics?” I asked. “Generalized anxiety disorder,” she replied.