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rare oats: October 2013
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Thursday, October 31, 2013. The Internet-Light Brain Diet. I recently decided if I want to improve at writing I must make better use of my time. And when I wondered how I might do that, the answer was immediate. I must spend less time online. I google it. And when I'm done, I put the computer away. I don't wander aimlessly, back and forth, one app to the next, searching for amusement. That was the black hole that sucked so many hours. My house has never been so clean.
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rare oats: March 2014
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Wednesday, March 12, 2014. The Reasonable Cost of Being Authentic. Big surprise - I don't care for bridal or baby showers. In addition to the dopey games and the general awkwardness of daylight gatherings with strangers, I find the public unwrapping of presents very strange. I remember kvetching about this to my friend R. "Wouldn't it be better if we all just gave each other cash and skipped that part? Yeah," she agreed. "But you gotta play the part, right?
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rare oats: January 2014
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Monday, January 20, 2014. Tomorrow will be my last day as a part-time cheesemonger. After that, I will return to being a full-time mama. I am very excited and very freaked out. I get to spend more time with my daughter and less time worrying about her when we aren't together. I'm not a worrier by nature, but you see a lot of sad families at a grocery store. Sour thoughts can be so persistent. I'm freaked out because. I'm freaked out because. I'm freaked out because.
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rare oats: November 2013
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Tuesday, November 26, 2013. And running in public, where my neighbors could see me all slow, sweaty and sputtering? That fear was the last vestige of grade school gym class anxiety. But something broke in my brain and I just stopped caring about that. Or rather, my yearning for a specific sort of exhilaration overcame concern for what others might think. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Reformed gym class loser. Confessions of a mildly detached mother. Birth story pt 1.
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rare oats: December 2013
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Friday, December 13, 2013. Tips from a Cheese Lady: Having Fun with Fromage this Holiday Season and Beyond. I say, 'tis the season for chowing on big globs of coagulated milk. Let's have fun with it. The following tips are meant to help you do just that:. Stop trying to make it be good for you. As with any food, I recommend avoiding anything highly processed. I know, that stuff also tastes good and it's usually cheaper, too. But I believe the tastier, not-as...I onc...
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rare oats: The Reasonable Cost of Being Authentic
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Wednesday, March 12, 2014. The Reasonable Cost of Being Authentic. Big surprise - I don't care for bridal or baby showers. In addition to the dopey games and the general awkwardness of daylight gatherings with strangers, I find the public unwrapping of presents very strange. I remember kvetching about this to my friend R. "Wouldn't it be better if we all just gave each other cash and skipped that part? Yeah," she agreed. "But you gotta play the part, right?
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rare oats: August 2013
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Wednesday, August 21, 2013. And then I remembered, "Oh yeah, there's That One Thing." I am vaguely referring to my most traumatic personal experience. The matter is prickly enough that I don't want to discuss it here, not yet anyway. But I've long desired to tell this story and I do intend to publish it. So, kudos to me for taking the balls out approach! All of which is to say, I'm still here. Just wanted to let you know what I've been doing. Reformed gym class loser.
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rare oats: Broken Bear Blues: The Guilt
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Sunday, July 5, 2015. Broken Bear Blues: The Guilt. No offense to the guys in my life who've been so kind - thank you. July 5, 2015 at 4:44 PM. Cried a few of tears too, dear Tara. I hope you all keep mending and you be kind to yourself. And know we love you so, so much. (I love your emotional self.). July 5, 2015 at 5:04 PM. Thank you Wrhiting does make me feel better, when I have time to think. Caring for a small, one-armed bandit is quite time consuming!
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rare oats: May 2014
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It isn't really a blog. It's an essay. Friday, May 9, 2014. Why I Don't Judge People Who Buy Cheetos with Food Stamps. First, I hitched myself to a guy who's good with money. Dan is especially talented at managing debt. (If he were the author, this is where he'd insert a Jew joke, because he's Jewish and thinks that's funny.) He convinced me to face my debt head on and not let it get worse. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Reformed gym class loser. Confessions of a mildly detached mother. Birth story pt 1.
