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October 14, 2015

Rubbing it in

Walking to the coffee house in the sunshine I was composing a post about upper butts and tight jeans. I’ve been working longer hours on my book project and most of my thoughtful thoughts are knitting themselves into sentences over there. Here at the blog I am writing about Donuts and Candy Bars. I’m not sure those posts were totally unrelated to tight jeans and upper butts, but at least I was sticking to the light froth theme of the blog this week. Then I sat down and worked my inbox. My goal Read more […]

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October 13, 2015

This Mouth Is On Fire

I grew up just a few miles from the first Trader Joe’s store that opened its door outside of the West. Yet I never stepped through them. TJ’s goodies were all around during my young adulthood my friends were brand ambassadors before there was a term for it. If the store had offered services on Sundays many of them would have made their way into the hallowed rows of frozen delicacies. Trader Joe’s opened in Vermont a month after I moved away, but my indoctrination came at the same time as my Read more […]

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October 12, 2015

Debate this

As the presidential election rounds the corner to relevance I tease out lessons from politics that we can apply to our personal relationships. Polling- Pro: In a campaign the candidate doesn’t just operate on gut instinct. Instead he/she regularly takes the pulse of the people that get him/her elected. Imagine being regularly polled on what matters to you, what you would like your partner to focus on, and what your families resources should go to for the greatest good. Real time data could Read more […]

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October 9, 2015


Redaction. This gives me a great way to edit complaints enough to pretend to see bright spots, even though it feels like a lazy cheat because I have already done this. The Denver sun shines bright today giving me yet another wicked ass headache. I will never be done with the IRS, the very day following the news that I won my IRS audit I got more bad news from my accountant about 2014. The Denver Public Schools system is screening a great documentary about racism, that left me feeling Read more […]

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October 8, 2015


  I might have hit an all time record today with posts that will forever live in the draft list. I have written about Marlo Thomas in a tone that was too sicky sweet. Remember this? So his father bought him a basketball A badminton set, and that’s not all A bag of marbles, a baseball glove And all the things a boy would love And Bill was good at every game Enjoyed them all, but all the same When Billy’s father praised his skill “Can I please have a doll now,” said my friend Read more […]

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October 5, 2015

Crash Landing

I rushed back to the airport with my ID in hand. It is a lucky thing that I arrive at the airport for my flight before the plane has even left its prior destination. This gave me time to uber home, grab my striped pouch and head back to the airport in time to make my flight. I was tense the entire ride, but felt my breathing begin to regulate as I glided through pre-check and boarded the below ground train for terminal B. When I got to the gate I was surprised that the plane waiting was a prop Read more […]

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October 1, 2015

Letting Go

This weekend is the fiftieth meeting of the Wellfleet Psychohistory Group.  These doctors and scholars gather on Cape Cod every October when the heath and heather turn to their purples and rusts. They meet surrounded by the scrub brush of the National Seashore with a broad view of the Atlantic’s transition from blue to grey as it lets go of the summer sunshine. The sea shore that is their setting was founded by Kennedy in 1961, only four years before these meetings began. My generation thinks Read more […]

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September 29, 2015



  Offering great respect to Homer Simpson I still need to lament the way baked good are tearing at the very fabric of my marriage. Somewhere in the archives of this blog you can read the heated full family fight about which is the TOP of the pancake. I had reasoning for my opinion then (the side facing the sky on your first pour) but I didn’t feel quite as adamant as I do this time. It is four days since our original battle and I still don’t think Steve has shown the repentance Read more […]

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September 28, 2015

Entering the race

I have always felt uniquely unsuited to write about race. I have spent my life cultivating white guilt. As a family story goes when I was three I was held in the arms of a older man with brown skin. I reached up and stroked his face. And asked “Why don’t you wash the dirt off.” What can I think of that? I grew up in a predominantly white suburb of Boston. Our elementary school was a receiving site for the METCO bus program, where kids from inner Boston would travel to our neighborhood school Read more […]

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September 23, 2015

Mind Full

Driving to the coffee shop under an uncharacteristically cloudy sky I am thinking about Descartes. So I guess “I am.” He can’t have meant the tidal suck that drown me at night. There is a quality to the 3 am storm that belies the relative importance of the worries. I can be drowning in thoughts about major health issues, the existance of a higher power, tax audits or how to sync my iPhotos.  They each feel equally out of my control in the slim hours of the AM. In the afternoons after school Read more […]

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