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Linguini on the Ceiling: August 2015
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Sunday, August 23, 2015. On Being an Introvert. I am so glad that being an introvert has become fashionable. At least, I assume it has - one can never tell whether what you are interested in has become popular, or if it's just showing up a lot on your Facebook feed because of your interest. At any rate, it turns out that being an introvert is okay now. But, Sisiggy," you say, "Here you are blathering on about being an introvert - but you are blathering in a very public place - the internet.". My boss is ...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: On 27 Years of Marriage
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Friday, October 10, 2014. On 27 Years of Marriage. Thinner, more attractive.and very, very stupid. Anniversaries tend to uncork all sorts of sloppy sentimentality that almost loses its meaning in triteness. And, yes, I know how cynical that sounds. Let's just say I don't do goo and treacle and I really don't want to be trite. As of 1 pm today, I've been married 27 years and, quite frankly, it hasn't been all Ozzie and Harriet. I'll admit that I married for the romance. It really was. So if you were expec...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: November 2013
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013. Whether you want to or not. I think I've finally mastered the skill of not making an all-out assault on a major holiday. So the bar was set and every year I would frantically try to incorporate any and all traditions and even concocted some of my own. I would cram my kids with so much rich food and heartwarming ritual they would feel positively miserable if they had to spend the holiday anywhere other than with their perfect mother. And, once again, I will dig out the basket o...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: June 2014
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Saturday, June 14, 2014. Just a Couple of Guys. Let me tell you about a couple of guys. Actually, I was just going to tell you about one of them, in honor of Father's Day. Then it turned out I had to travel to New Jersey this week for the funeral of the other. The first one is, of course, my own father; the other is my Uncle Ciro, who was also my godfather, who passed away this last Tuesday at the impressive age of 95. Oddly, as secure as I felt and as calm and light-hearted as my father was, I now know ...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: Return of the Native
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Monday, August 10, 2015. Return of the Native. Let's face it - I wasn't ready to return to New Jersey. I've known this for a long time and, out of respect for the citizens of that state, I've kept my distance. They don't need me timidly attempting to pull out onto freeway or holding up the line at the coffee kiosk asking the lady how she was today. But there comes a time where the longing to see loved ones trumps courtesy and, in this case, the gathering was a wedding. That ends every southern conversati...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: March 2014
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Saturday, March 08, 2014. I've given up Facebook for Lent. This was not uncommon for most of the Catholic rituals and traditions - we were just supposed to do. Without really knowing why, other than, if we didn't, we were officially committing a Mortal Sin ( deep echoing voice. Which meant an uncomfortable trip to the confessional. It is only now that I'm older and have been out of the Catholic Church for almost 35 years that I understand the value of some of those practices as a spiritual tool. I was go...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: December 2013
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Monday, December 09, 2013. It seems the Linguinis have a holiday tradition I've only just noticed. I don't know how I missed this, but the Heirs have determined (when they think I can't hear them) that I'm becoming a senile old bat who can't remember from one year to the next. I enter the holiday season crankily complaining about too much Christmas too soon. I gripe about having to muster the amount of enthusiasm equal to the maniacal blinking lights, screaming commercials and nauseating made-for-. Where...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: January 2014
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Thursday, January 23, 2014. It's noon and I'm in the kitchen. Me: ( staring into the cabinet containing all my pots and pans). Me: You know they're not. Dirtman: So, three. Result: I make him three cheese quesadillas for lunch (not four of the small tortillas because instead I'd bought the burrito-size tortillas). I've just watched a Netflix movie I really liked and want to watch it again, this time with Dirtman, who I think would enjoy it. He asks if it has any actors in it he would know. I've had this ...
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Linguini on the Ceiling: January 2015
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Monday, January 12, 2015. What Goes Around Comes Around. I heard it whenever my mother or my aunts went anywhere with my grandmother. We'd all be ready to head out the door and, just before we stepped outside one of them would ask her, "You got your glasses? You got your teeth? It's not like Gramma needed either one of those all the time. The glasses were reading glasses and the teeth were only a bridge that fit way in the back of her mouth that no one could readily tell whether it was in there or not.
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Linguini on the Ceiling: April 2014
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014. The Last Days of the Mom Dress. I think every mom has one of these. It's the go-to warm weather outfit when the last thing you want to think about is what to wear. It's comfortable, practical, durable and timeless. It works in heat or cold and you can, in a pinch, wear it in public. And one sad day, when you are old and your kids are grown and gone, you take it out of the dryer and have to admit: It needs to be thrown out. Why wasn't I consulted? It was as if my mother had taken ...
