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As you read this, I’ll be at my monthly parasite analysis appointment – most likely rockin’ a pair of stirrups while up to my elbows in medical professionals and alien-examining equipment. Technically, I guess they’ll be up to their elbows in me.
Awesome.
But as this whole parasite incubation thing continues, I keep thinking about those cliches [...]
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Have you ever read something really wonderful that totally resonates with you and it worms its way into your head and you think about it all the time but then when you try to explain it to other people they look at you blankly, then with horror, then slowly back away from you while you keep [...]
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For a supposed environmentally conscious gal, I get a ridiculous number of magazines. I feel a bizarre mix of guilt and pressure when I see the pile of unread periodicals accumulating next to my sofa. Sure, I could blame it all on Rocco’s inability to read the New Yorker with any sort of consistency, but I [...]
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Today I’m hosting my sad little Hoboken Thanksgiving for the handful of orphans I was able to round up. Rocco has yet again banished me from the kitchen. Sure I managed to ruin three cutting boards and break the lemon press, but we’re up three blisters and two new scars. By my math we’re ahead!
Good thing [...]
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Apparently today is National Poetry Day. Who knew? In celebration, I thought I’d write some haiku. Sonnets are just far too daunting. Limericks are fun, but they have a day all their own. Maya Angelou eat your heart out. (By the by, do you think she and Oprah ever get drunk and sit around writing dirty limericks?)
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Oprah Live
Last Friday, Gwen and I snuck into the Oprah taping live in Central Park. As we settled into our seats inside the lighting booth, I mapped out the best route through the crowd for when I pulled my Kanye. I rehearsed my lines for Gwen, “Congrats and Imma let you finish, but Phil Donohue [...]
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For whatever reason, I never seem to remember just how fantabulous downtown Chicago is. While I think New York would still win the butterscotch pudding wrestle-a-thon to win the spot of most favorite city in my heart, Chicago comes in a pretty damn close second.
It’s definitely cleaner. I wore flip-flops on a rainy afternoon and didn’t [...]
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