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My Sliver of Life: Putting My Foot Down
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My Sliver of Life. Sunday, November 4, 2012. Putting My Foot Down. Yes, yes it was. Could he see one? Well, I guess so. Could he see the other? I didn't want to be rude. What about my feet? Could he see them? Not my actual feet. These are much more attractive. No, you don't want to see them," I said, my assertiveness growing with my fear. "They're dirty."*. He asked. "Two years ago, I used to feel ladies' feet to see if they were soft.". Yes, I'm sure you did, Sparky. Right before they locked you up.
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My Sliver of Life: July 2013
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My Sliver of Life. Monday, July 15, 2013. 1 possession, personal effect. 2 close or intimate relationship. Instantly, I was transformed from shopper to vulture, picking around the corpse for a juicy morsel. When my grandmother died, my mother refused to sell any of her belongings. She couldn't bring herself to let strangers judge and haggle over her mother's memories. I thought she was foolish, giving everything away when it could be sold for good money. Now, I understood. Labels: how weird is this?
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My Sliver of Life: December 2011
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My Sliver of Life. Friday, December 16, 2011. Here are a few of the new and improved things I did this Christmas. Presents for Mom and Dad. Presents for the kids handmade, personalized capes. Yeah, I would have done that on my own. Labels: is it 2:35 yet? 1 Something to add? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. How weird is this? Is it 2:35 yet? Self-esteem: how low can you go? Might I Suggest . . . If wishes were horses…. The LA.yman's Guide to Magnet Schools. In defense of small talk.
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My Sliver of Life: In Kind
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My Sliver of Life. Monday, August 5, 2013. The family stuck with me as I headed up Cantrell toward home. I thought about how one unlucky break could be the difference between pulling up my nice curved driveway and holding up a sign in a sweltering parking lot. We aren't so different, his family and mine. Our luck could run out, too. I was thinking about this as I drove past The Toggery. I went in and told the saleswoman about the family. "Is there any chance you could donate anything for their baby?
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My Sliver of Life: October 2013
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My Sliver of Life. Sunday, October 6, 2013. Sock It To Me. You don't have to open your front door to know fall has finally arrived. Just open your Facebook. We're all so busy talking about the crisp autumn air that we've completely forgotten to Instragram our breakfast. After a long, hot summer, everyone is giddy at the prospect of shaking the moth balls off our cashmere and brushing up on our favorite scarf knots. Well, maybe not everyone. What could we have given him? Then I saw this video.
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My Sliver of Life: Belongings
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My Sliver of Life. Monday, July 15, 2013. 1 possession, personal effect. 2 close or intimate relationship. Instantly, I was transformed from shopper to vulture, picking around the corpse for a juicy morsel. When my grandmother died, my mother refused to sell any of her belongings. She couldn't bring herself to let strangers judge and haggle over her mother's memories. I thought she was foolish, giving everything away when it could be sold for good money. Now, I understood. Labels: how weird is this?
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My Sliver of Life: August 2013
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My Sliver of Life. Monday, August 5, 2013. The family stuck with me as I headed up Cantrell toward home. I thought about how one unlucky break could be the difference between pulling up my nice curved driveway and holding up a sign in a sweltering parking lot. We aren't so different, his family and mine. Our luck could run out, too. I was thinking about this as I drove past The Toggery. I went in and told the saleswoman about the family. "Is there any chance you could donate anything for their baby?
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My Sliver of Life: July 2012
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My Sliver of Life. Sunday, July 15, 2012. My first two nephews were born in another state. I had to travel to be with them. I didn't mind. I liked them. A lot. Eventually, they moved back to New York and we were able to spend more time together. They liked me a lot, too. Get south of winter. Moving was bittersweet, but I knew my new life would be exciting. Right after that part where it sucked. My Going Away Party. Doesn't it look fun! Love looks like that sometimes. But sometimes, it looks like this.
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My Sliver of Life: September 2011
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My Sliver of Life. Wednesday, September 21, 2011. Where the Sidewalk Mends. When school was over today, instead of their usual playground fun, my son and a couple of his friends got down to work. On their hands and knees, they clawed at the gravel like dogs burying a bone. Pebbles rained down into holes in the sidewalk, patching the path till the surface was smooth—more or less. I asked them why they were working so hard instead of playing. So nobody's wheelchair gets stuck in there.". 1 Something to add?
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My Sliver of Life: I Remember Mama
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My Sliver of Life. Saturday, May 11, 2013. In some families, sibling rivalry can be a real bother. (See: Cain and Abel.) In ours, it's pretty benign. We've never fought over men or competed in careers. We don't care who makes the most money or even who mom and dad like best at any given time. The sibling rivalry in our family revolves around just one small, yet critical matter: Who can give the gift that makes mom cry. This year, I have a secret weapon. Once upon a time, Laura Brown. Im not surprised Lau...
