Of Toenails and Tires

I looked up “what is love” in order to hopefully find pithy quotes to start this piece[1], and I found a few, but not the kind I was looking for,…

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My Velveteen Rabbit

When I read a book, the spine cracks. The pages absorb the oils of my fingers and occasionally bend or tear when I turn them. I have a large collection…

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I Can’t Sing

Let us begin thusly: I cannot sing. I am very musical in other respects and am well trained enough to know this is not simply an opinion. I cannot sing…

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From Sea to Shining Sea

My son recently invited me to drive with him across the country. He was moving from Connecticut to San Francisco and, although I’m sure a part of him wanted me…

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I Can Walk

If I had to pick one word to describe the shape of my body, it would be “bloppy.” Bloppy is not a shape that can be mathematically spelled out using…

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No More Mrs. Nice Gal

The older I get, the less I want to be out in public. Which is good, because the older I get, the less I should be out in public. Let…

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