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Nostalgia

Today, I’m packing away the holidays. Yes, I’m a lazy ghit, I should have done it a week ago, but my family was off school and work and I just couldn’t bear to add finality to our tryst by tidying … Continue reading

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Exhibit A, Your Honor

Sometimes I’m not sure it’s going to work out after all. I mean, we have been together 20 years, but sometimes my beloved says stuff that makes me wonder. Take this afternoon, for instance, I was casually mentioning to my … Continue reading

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Mornin’

There’s no chance that I stayed up all night last night reading a trashy novel and eating an entire party size bar of chocolate in bed. Okay, there’s a slight chance. There’s also a slim chance that when I stumbled … Continue reading

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Teenagers and War

How do you teach children about war? In all cases a herculean task, I think that American parents have it both harder and easier than so many other cultures. Easier, because whichever path we choose, it’s voluntary for us to … Continue reading

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The Holding Pattern and Review (Day 14–Last Day)

I am in a holding pattern today. We are waiting in Germany for there to be space available on a plane that is bound for the states and re-arranging suitcases bulging with souvenirs and dirty clothes (if I bought you … Continue reading

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The Black Spot and How I Became a Surgeon

It had been going on for a few weeks. I had a knife in my foot. I knew it as surely as I knew the nose on my face. My preference with all things medical is to pretend that they … Continue reading

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Treadmill Bleaching

Confession-I clean the treadmill with a bleach wipe before and after I use it. I know that this doesn’t seem like a weird trait. After all, we’re all supposed to do this, right? Except that I mean MY treadmill. The … Continue reading

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