Tag: life
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How Do You Move Forward When You’re Grinding All Your Gears?
As humans, we’re constantly in motion. But motion and movement are two very different things. Just because you’re in motion doesn’t mean you’re necessarily going anywhere. Trust me on this, I know. If I could catch a ride with Richard Branson on his uber-expensive Virgin Galactic Gateway to Space, I’d easily be able to assess…
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I Think I’m Smarter Than You
No, not you. The you I’m referring to in this post is my seven-going-on-seventeen year-old daughter, Essa. Running short on time and long on things to do, I had a simple conversation with my little girl the other day that went something like this. Me: Essa, we’ve gotta pick up Taylor and Grace. Get in your…
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Coming of Age in a Jeep Wagoneer
During a Christmas break sophomore year in college so lame it seared a slow burn straight through the shelf, my mother released me from the death-grip of boredom and into the open arms of memories being made. The call to adventure went something like this: Susie, college friend from not-so-sunny Cleveland: “Hey Stacie, wanna go…
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My New Dog is Gone
When I started this blog a few months ago, my intent was simply to build an audience to support the book I’m writing, so an agent could cyber-stalk me and see that people were interested in what I had to say. Or so I hoped. But as I began to post, a beautiful yet unanticipated…
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I Think I Threw the Presidential Election
No, not that election. The Eastern High School Class of 1988 presidential race. Like, duh. I’m not kidding when I say there’s a real chance I may have tainted the results. Add the fact that I was actually one of the candidates, and you’ve got the makings of an Academy Award-winning thriller. Think All The…
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My New Dog Hates Me
Anyone who’s read my blog for the past couple of months knows how I feel about dogs. It’s not that I don’t like them. As a species I think they’re generally fine and great to have around as long as they’re across the street, next door, or tearing their way through someone else’s underground sprinkler…
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The American Dream Wrapped Up in a Cannoli
I first met Caity DiFabio at the epicenter of all clichés. A bar. On a trip to Louisville two years ago, bored and waiting for a friend, I settled onto a stool and ordered an Old Fashioned. That such a young girl could serve an ancient cocktail the right way surprised me, almost as much…
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An Interview You Will Never Read in the Local Paper
For reasons I don’t quite understand, a kind friend asked to interview me for the neighborhood paper. My responses, written at about 11:30 p.m. last night, are listed below. I realized immediately upon waking that these will never see the light of day in actual print, so I thought I’d share them with you. What…
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What Would You Do Differently Today if You Were Having Brain Surgery Tomorrow?
For you and me this is a hypothetical question, because in that way we’re lucky. But the rhetoric is real for my friend. A couple of weeks ago, I went to get a fast food dinner to support some of my favorite families, because the restaurant was giving half the value of anything purchased that…
READING BETWEEN THE PINES 