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Medicinal Deceit
Three weeks ago today, Mark lost his job. It was no laughing matter. But, thanks to a whack of relevant AD quotes, we laughed a lot that day. Often, it’s not what happens so much as how we frame it....
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March Forth
I’ve been in a weird place, lately. Somewhere where I don’t know where I am. I’ve fallen off my anti-cancer wagons. And then beaten myself up, accordingly. I’ve slipped into my pre-c self-loathing. And...
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A rallying cry from the reluctant hero of Zorgamazoo: Now, sometimes you lose and sometimes you win, but my Pop always told me: You never give in! And if he were here now, I know what he’d say: Morty,...
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It is inching towards midnight, one million degrees and humid. We are without air conditioning. Our girls are squirrely and none of us are able to sleep. So, a cranky post in response to some...
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Happiness Is…
Second, and third, and nth chances. Yesterday, was frustration. I guess I should say, I let myself be frustrated. One small effect, and propagating cause, was the absolute blackening of this pot....
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Backtalk and Fighting and Glares. Oh My.
They sure looked innocent back then. Actually, they still look pretty innocent. I’m sure being trapped on a train with them for six days will improve things for all of us. Wait a minute…
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Am I Touching Something?
“You can keep them bottled up, but they will come out, Michael. Sometimes in the most unexpected… Hey, where the @!*# are my hard-boiled eggs?!“ – Tobias Fünke. Good Grief! Arrested Development 2004....
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Blendered. Again.
School started this morning. Lucy and Bayla were thrilled. Mark was melancholy. And I was chopped, tossed and tongue-tied by the schoolyard full of parents. Stepping into that sea of smiling excitement...
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Hey. You. Get Offa My Blog.
I truly hope to reach my golden years. And if I do, I sure hope I don’t find that I have alienated myself from every one of my children. And if I have, I really hope that none of my children has to...
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Irascible Me
My 30day yoga membership expired today. That might explain my wondering: Why do so many women react so weirdly to my not-working choice? Spare me the horror and the defensiveness. How the heck does one...
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This Blog is My Pensieve*
I’ve known narrative therapy was a powerful part of my process. The bliss of boiling ambient annoyances down to their post-sized bones. The giggly thrill of a perfect AD quote. The satisfaction of a...
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Medicinal Deceit
Three weeks ago today, Mark lost his job. It was no laughing matter. But, thanks to a whack of relevant AD quotes, we laughed a lot that day. Often, it’s not what happens so much as how we frame it....
View ArticleClik here to view.
March Forth
I’ve been in a weird place, lately. Somewhere where I don’t know where I am. I’ve fallen off my anti-cancer wagons. And then beaten myself up, accordingly. I’ve slipped into my pre-c self-loathing. And...
View ArticleEncore
A rallying cry from the reluctant hero of Zorgamazoo: Now, sometimes you lose and sometimes you win, but my Pop always told me: You never give in! And if he were here now, I know what he’d say: Morty,...
View ArticlePlease. Spare Me the Cancer-Spam
It is inching towards midnight, one million degrees and humid. We are without air conditioning. Our girls are squirrely and none of us are able to sleep. So, a cranky post in response to some...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Happiness Is…
Second, and third, and nth chances. Yesterday, was frustration. I guess I should say, I let myself be frustrated. One small effect, and propagating cause, was the absolute blackening of this pot....
View ArticleClik here to view.
Backtalk and Fighting and Glares. Oh My.
They sure looked innocent back then. Actually, they still look pretty innocent. I’m sure being trapped on a train with them for six days will improve things for all of us. Wait a minute…
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Am I Touching Something?
“You can keep them bottled up, but they will come out, Michael. Sometimes in the most unexpected… Hey, where the @!*# are my hard-boiled eggs?!“ — Tobias Fünke. Good Grief! Arrested Development 2004....
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Blendered. Again.
School started this morning. Lucy and Bayla were thrilled. Mark was melancholy. And I was chopped, tossed and tongue-tied by the schoolyard full of parents. Stepping into that sea of smiling excitement...
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Irascible Me
My 30day yoga membership expired today. That might explain my wondering: Why do so many women react so weirdly to my not-working choice? Spare me the horror and the defensiveness. How the heck does one...
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