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Dream
The last dream I had yesterday before getting up was that I was in my grandmother’s kitchen with all the pots and pans and some other little things on the table, arrayed before me. She was sitting in the rocker … Continue reading
Milk and eggs and butter and cheese
I still maintain that I’ve never known a vegan who was happy, or who wasn’t a pain in the ass.
This time last year
my sweet granny was breathing her last. My grandmother died over 20 years ago. Two wonderful women, completely different one from another, each amazing in her own way. Everyone should be so lucky as to have had them both.
Sweeping generalizations
I have a problem with them.
Don’t confront me with my failures, I’m aware of them.
I did, indeed, meet Gregg Allman. I got there just as they were running out of books and got two of the last ones, then commenced the waiting. I was in line for about two and a half hours before … Continue reading
Things I have stood in line for
I don’t like standing in line, and there are very few things I will do it for. I stood in line for hours for the lottery to buy Stones tickets after working all night once and we got pretty good … Continue reading
What a drag it is getting old.
Lately I’ve been tired. Well, maybe not tired, but inclined to nap. If I have something to do, I will do it and be happy to do it, not get tired or worn out doing it, not dread doing it. … Continue reading
Awful things I have said
Today I took a rare lunch out with a friend to a local Thai restaurant. The restaurant itself is up an elevator, and there’s a Thai taxi, called a tuk tuk, in the elevator lobby. There was a younger-than-I-am couple … Continue reading
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5:20 a.m.
That’s what time the doorbell rang. I know I didn’t dream it, because the dog woke up too. I shushed her and crept into the living room and peeked out to see if anyone was there. I don’t know why … Continue reading
Suntan Badgering
I don’t have permission to reprint this. I’m doing it anyway. Because it’s important. A Death by Suntan at Age 26 For years, Glenna Kohl pursued a tan, both in the sun and in tanning beds – which new … Continue reading
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