The monster ants of summer are here. Most people who have trouble with ants get those tiny ones parading through the kitchen, but not me. Nope, I get these lone monsters who are big enough to carry off a shoe. They appear in the strangest places: the dishwasher, the ceiling, circling on the carpet like lost souls. This year I decided I wasn’t going to take it anymore. I . . .
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Every summer the canal ran full of dark brown water rushing through the center of town on the way to farms. I stood on the bridges and watched it with fascination. One morning I got off my bike, climbed down the bank, and went for a swim. It took about 30 seconds before my knee slammed into a cinderblock on the bottom and began to bleed. I decided to get out and found I couldn’t climb back up the bank . . .
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Do you get out on the highway for a road trip once in a while? I think it’s good for the spirit to get away from the buildings and concrete and asphalt and just drive through the country. It’s a reminder that cities are not the world, that traffic and urban sprawl and aren’t everything there is.
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I just wanted to marinate some chicken thighs, maybe cook them on the George Foreman. But there were 37 different kinds of marinades on the grocery shelf and I was having a crisis of choice. Sweet, tangy, hot, traditional – whatever that was. Maybe just some lemon and soy sauce. No. Boring. How was I going to impress anyone with perfectly flavored chicken thighs if I couldn’t choose a flavor? I was a failure at choosing marinades, I’d known it all along.
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On “Orange is the New Black” they got bedbugs. The burned all the mattresses and all the books. The shelves in the library were empty, people. Tastee, Poussey and others who loved books held a funeral for the books. They used the ashes to fertilize a tree. What do you say at a funeral for books? You may know what they said on the show, but what would YOU say?
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Like an improv star, she said yes to everything. She was 100% positive. She never gave a negative response. She never pointed out the reasons why someone else was wrong, mistaken, foolish or a moron. She simply went forward dealing with everything in the best way she could. She saved me. She made my life possible in a negative world. She reprogrammed my brain.
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My water aerobics class is full of old farts like me. The men, of course, enter the water bare chested. Some of the men have bigger boobs than the women, but the women are all securely covered up. Some of the women have either only one or no boobs left at all, but have to be covered as if they did. Aren’t we a funny culture?
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The world changes at the speed of thought. If you are having trouble tying your thoughts to the discussion of racism now going on in America, may I suggest the book “Ain’t I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism” as a way to get your mind and thoughts closer to understanding.
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“All she wants is for me to have a baby. She doesn’t even notice that I’m with you when we visit and not a man. Baby, baby, baby. It’s all she talks about.” I shook my head.
“Look, she’s your mom. You need to visit.” She put her hand on my shoulder. It was calming and comforting. “Maybe this time you can come out to her. It might make her stop talking about babies.”
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Ever since I was about 8 years old, I’ve had a master plan for my life. I started out perfect – high school, college, a job. The thing is, I couldn’t find the right person to marry. I was beginning to think I should just marry someone who had the right genetics to be a good parent. Or maybe even live the next part of my life as a single parent. When I met . . .
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