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No Leaving Sandra Bland Behind | Outlaw Mama
https://outlawmama.com/2015/07/27/no-leaving-sandra-bland-behind
My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. No Leaving Sandra Bland Behind. The morning of the race was the sticky hot that reminded me of Houston in August. Think: running a half marathon in a steam room with 13,000 people. I never thought of not running because of (1) the 150.00 fee for the privilege of running down the street so hell no I’m not going back to bed, and (2) a masochistic streak I’ve been cultivating over four decades. That must be scary. Half a mile from the end...
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eating | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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How I Feel Running v. How I Look In Pictures Where I’m Running | Outlaw Mama
https://outlawmama.com/2014/11/17/how-i-feel-running-v-how-i-look-in-pictures-where-im-running
My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. How I Feel Running v. How I Look In Pictures Where I’m Running. If I run more than 30 minutes, I start to envision my body lean and fat-free. Like a Kenyan. I picture myself long, graceful, lithe. I get a tremendous amount of pleasure during these extended visualizations of my gazelle-like legs propelling me ever onward. Then, I see a picture of myself running. Is that how I really look? Just like the ice bucket challenge. At least you...
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ethics | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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pickles | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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food | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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My Version of Elevator Chit-Chat | Outlaw Mama
https://outlawmama.com/2012/07/15/my-version-of-elevator-chit-chat
My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. My Version of Elevator Chit-Chat. The following is a true story:. I got into the elevator on the way to my therapist’s office (18th floor). A man wearing scrubs got in right behind me and pushed the button for the 19th floor. He was wearing the full scrubs get-up, including that shower-cap-looking head covering. He was holding a plastic baggie full of what looked like leftovers from lunch. Me: Is that a human heart? Him: I am a dentist.
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First Post: An Introduction | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. First Post: An Introduction. Dressed in matching sailor suits. (I should probably add to their therapy funds.). OUTLAW: (n.) A person who refuses to be governed by the established rules or practices of a group; rebel; nonconformist. OUT OF LAW: (n.) A person who has left the practice of law; one who no longer practices law for her profession. How can I build on my former legal life? There are so many angles to cut ourselves on. This pr...
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animals | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...