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Erica – A living Comet A Dirty Snowball

Comets are often referred to as “dirty snowballs.”  says these people .   I was not aware of that until I looked it up for this story. I have to laugh, because I love describing my friend as a dirty snowball – But I’m getting ahead of myself. The obvious first question is, who is Erica? Erica Chase-Salerno was […]

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Deja Vu of a drunk… RIP Hermie

I love Facebook.  I would venture to say it touches on a mild “addiction” — it is usually the first thing I check in the morning, and the last thing I do before bed.  I can use it for productive reasons.  I can be prepared for road closings and inclement weather, and I can find […]

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i’m 47 years old – i AM 47 years old – I am 47 years OLD

I went to get ice cream the other day — they were out of chocolate sprinkles.  The girl working asked if I wanted rainbow instead.  NO! I don’t care that I’m 47 years old – chocolate and rainbow sprinkles are NOT the same! They are not interchangeable.   I can’t even believe she would suggest such […]

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The Shape of My Damage – Kintsugi

I don’t cry in front of people- it means I’m “a baby” and I’m weak,  at least that’s what I was told.  I don’t talk about the things closest to my heart, like my kids or my deepest fears, I don’t talk about the shape of my damage – because people will use those things […]

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Humans, Compassion, Policies, Lawsuits and Independent Contractors

I have a big mouth, I’m unsophisticated and I’m juvenile.  It’s gotten me trouble more times than I can count, for as far back as I can remember.  Now, as a grown up –I shudder even typing those words– I sometimes don’t know when to speak up.  I don’t know whether, it’s the immature me […]

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We’re All Alone Together – I’m out on a Day Pass

I hate doing housework.  Not that housework itself isn’t reason enough to hate it, I usually wind up thinking … well not so much “thinking” as listening to the angel on my one shoulder converse with the devil on my other– It’s more like… eavesdropping on myself.  Sometimes I blast my stereo to drown them […]

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Mom of a Daughter? Mom of a Son? Mom of Human Beings.

I was just very recently introduced to the expression “rape culture”, by a 15 year old girl who thought it was her job to school me on why I’m a “misogynistic pig who clearly hates her own gender.”  What did I do? What did I say to warrant  this very passionate presumption about my entire […]

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Cheaters, Crappy Parents and Facebook

“Facebook causes too much drama.”  This is the number one reason given when you ask a person why they don’t have a page.  I don’t think Facebook “causes” anything, although I do concede that it does help aid the drama that exists without Facebook.  Just like, I don’t think Facebook “makes” people cheat, although, it […]

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