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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: March 2012
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Saturday, March 31, 2012. For NPR's Three-Minute Fiction Contest. This is officially the first fiction. Piece I've ever entered anywhere. I'm sure it's full of all sorts of holes and all kinds of fiction sins, but I'm determined to come back to my beloved Big Hips Open Eyes, and figured this is a good change of pace for any readers who have decided to stick with me. But the topic was hard. Just inside the door, a curtain blocks the room, and a cart blocks the curtain. On the cart...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: June 2011
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Saturday, June 25, 2011. Has Anyone Seen Wonder Woman? Forgive me, Blogger, for I have sinned. It has been one month, one week, and six days since my last entry. For a while there, I was on a roll. That is to say, I was confident. Not confident about the words on the page, per se. Those still needed a lot of tweaking, rethinking, or even complete overhauling. Rather, my confidence came from the simple belief that, yes, I can do this. Look at me! But then, a crucial error. I tried...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: February 2014
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Wednesday, February 19, 2014. Oscar Race 2014: A Mom's Review. My love of movies started when I was three. I remember seeing Lady in the Tramp, and I remember the cool, dark, gigantic room, the thick red curtains on either side of the screen, and the prodding anticipation. Oh, and the popcorn. What little girls' dreams are made of. I was so drawn to the way his character would simply look. What big girls' dreams are made of. Perfect. Amy Adams. Love. And Bradley Cooper? Lawdy) distra...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: Seventeen
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Monday, February 2, 2015. Today's topic is a bit controversial. Most people stand solidly on one side or the other, for or against, while some straddle the fence, juggling the pros and cons in the thick air of cyberspace. I speak, of course, of Facebook. Therein lies the rub of social networking in this day and age. How do we stay in touch in a digital age while not losing touch in an actual age? I’m a straddler on that fence, for sure. I’m a Luddite who loves, loves,...The answer ma...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: Sixteen
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Wednesday, January 28, 2015. Put it that way, it sounds crazy exciting. It’s not, sorry. But it is interesting in a sort of evolution-of-me way. And considering I’m basically just a boring old mom with two teenagers, I figured it probably will ring true to a few folks out there in cyberspace as well. Enough ado about nothing . . . And immediately, I was sad. I had totally forgotten about the existence of an imperative part of my daughters’ childhood. Posted by Big Hips. Open Eyes.
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: 21: On Eyelashes
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Tuesday, February 10, 2015. Today, a friend at work chimed in to a lively, intelligent conversation about last night's episode of The Bachelor. He mentioned that one of the ladies who got sent home had insane eye lashes; I believe he called them caterpillars. He's right. We laughed for a sec, made a few more wise insights about helicopters and roses and back tattoos, and then got back to work. Here it is. So I'm kinda cheating by posting something I already wrote, right? Maybe you'll...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: April 2011
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Monday, April 18, 2011. It's Good for Me. Recently I saw a news story on “soft addictions.” As I half-listened, half-answered-emails, I chugged my second cup of coffee, groggily letting phrases enter my consciousness:. 8220;Not life-threatening. Blah. blah. blah. You can quit but don’t want to. Blabbedy-blah-blah blah blah. Really comes down to when it affects personal time or productivity.”. Did strike me at that moment that just about anything we, as human beings here in the 21st c...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: November 2013
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Tuesday, November 5, 2013. All I can hear is my own breathing, accelerated with adrenaline. Within seconds, it’s thick, heavy, and hot inside the giant stuffed dog’s head the school nurse has just awkwardly lifted to my height and plopped on my (stuffed dog) shoulders. Everything inside the suit is amplified: my breaths, with their Vader-esque density; my voice, as I assure the nurse,. Yes, I am okay. Yes, I can see . . . kind of. It’s time,. 8221; I wave my paw, and blow a kiss from...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: 22: Taking a Swing
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Thursday, March 19, 2015. 22: Taking a Swing. 1 I'm back. Really. 2 I refuse to abandon Project 360. I dig it. I'm going to catch up, dammit. 3 Below is a piece of writing I submitted to Valley Haggard's Life in 10 Minutes. Go check it out! Anyhoo, Valley's site is a good place for me to make a re-start. The goal is to write for 10 minutes. Simply live a piece of yourself for 10 minutes. Here's what came out . . . Didn’t see that. Coming, they think. Movie punches. Cul-du-sac pun...
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Big Hips. Open Eyes.: Twenty
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Big Hips. Open Eyes. Monday, February 9, 2015. Catcher in the Parking Lot. There are a few lines in The Catcher in the Rye. Today, at 45 years old, I was reminded of Holden yet again. The young woman holding my arm slid down toward my hand. I was distracted, talking with her caregiver, when all of a sudden, I felt a tightness around my hand. It was then and only then that I looked into her eyes. That jolt invigorated me, and that young woman made me feel special for approximately 25 seconds. It came ...
