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May.25.2013
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I had gotten up at 3 that morning (years ago), so the first time I watched the film “Spirited Away”, I nodded off.  The half-consciousness in which I found myself pulled in selections of sensory input which—when set amongst the film commentary of my fellow home-theater audience members (two 10...
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May.08.2013
A few years ago, I caught a cold that wouldn’t go away.   The runny nose left me dehydrated and exhausted and was accompanied by sneezes so powerful that my eyes would explode like volcanos of hot, mascara’ed saltiness while twin rivers of black gook oozed down my face.     “Are...
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Apr.24.2013
(As a pet sitter, I just felt that I should share what I've learned.) 1.  Try and establish a positive relationship at the outset.  Non-confrontational postures (head tilted down and turned slightly away from the feline), slow movements and calming voices, letting them be the ones to come...
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Apr.21.2013
On September 11, 2001, J. and I were in Reno, Nevada.   J. had a business trip, and my mom and stepdad (from California) agreed to meet us in Reno for a visit if the girls and I drove with J. from Salt Lake to Reno. Courtesy of my sleepless daughters, we were awake early that morning....
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Apr.07.2013
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On October 17, 1989, I was unknowingly on a collision course with a lifetime of future regret.  I was riding my bike home from my Clinical Psychology class at UC Davis, looking forward to watching the Bay Bridge World Series Game 3—San Francisco Giants vs. Oakland A’s—on TV with my boyfriend...
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Mar.31.2013
Years ago, I got food poisoning.  Lying on the couch—10 or 11 or 12 a.m..; unsure—the repeating cycle of "I wish I would die" took 20-40 minutes, commencing immediately after I vomited.  Which was the exact point where I would feel better and convince myself that maybe it was over and...
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Mar.31.2013
I can’t tell you what his name is.  Okay.  Well, that’s not entirely true. What I mean is that I shouldn’t tell you what his name is. Or what college he teaches at.  Or what symphony he is a conductor for. Because Google is like truth serum.  And reveals private information...
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Mar.17.2013
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One of the most energetic breeds, the German Shorthaired Pointer is a hunting dog by nature.  When they lack in exercise they can become high strung, and frustrated. The GSP will not listen if they sense that they are stronger minded than their owner, however they...
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Mar.09.2013
I splurged one year and called the heating/cooling place in the spring to hook up my swamp cooler.   As a moderate do-it-yourselfer raised by extreme do-it-yourselfers, there’s usually nothing I can’t do as long as I have access to the internet and enough time (measured in days and weeks, mind...
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Mar.04.2013
The crap will hit the fan once he finally remembers my last name.   Because my ex-husband is paralyzed by what people think of him.  PARALYZED.  One of our daughters quipped the other day:  "If I got hit by a car, Dad would probably be upset that I might have hurt the other...
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Mar.03.2013
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The story is legendary.  J.—a teen boy, reading in his childhood bedroom (a room he had all to himself, even though his four siblings all had to share)—hears the noise his dad is making outside mowing their large lawn, opens the window, and screams out, “Would you please stop making all...
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Mar.02.2013
Some won’t believe it.   That I really didn’t notice during the marriage that it was so dysfunctional.  Because, after the divorce, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed either. But J. was a stubborn, pride-filled salesman--who refused to treat his anxiety--who liked to cover his...
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Feb.24.2013
The first time I went to J.'s apartment (1992) in Davis, CA, I saw the books.  Nazi books.  And it freaked me out.  Because I didn’t realize at the time that publishers of WWII history books had their own sensationalistic marketing strategies just like other publishers.  So I...
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Feb.24.2013
I've always been a dedicated revisionist. And it's usually a good thing. Because of my tendency to overanalyze, repeat myself, and state the obvious, my writing process usually takes on water as it goes along--becoming edemic--sinking the verbal ship with extra weight and making the result...
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Feb.22.2013
I’m always surprised at how many people assume I must be Mormon.  A family member at a California wedding last year--someone I hadn't seen for many years--hit up my youngest daughter for information about it.  Flashing a borrowed CTR ring, she plied Livy for information. “So, Livy, do you...
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