Month: August 2011
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Lately, more than one person has insinuated that I have something going on. As if maybe I’d become the universe’s teacher’s pet all of a sudden and was rolling around in good luck as if it was a kiddie pool full of chocolate pudding. Here’s the real (pudding-free) scoop. I made a decision. Okay, I…
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What if you didn’t back off? What if you didn’t stop to catch your breath? What if instead of two steps forward and one back, you made it three, hell, even four or five forward? Lurch, stumble, run, whatever. What if, when the going got good, you didn’t stop to consider the hows, whys and…
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Recently, I was asked what I wanted and I couldn’t answer. It was one of those tipsy late-night conversations in which people feel almost duty-bound to ask dramatic, probing questions and then nod along sagely with your dramatic, probing answer because our whole lives are just poignant moonlit set pieces, yes? But I couldn’t answer.…
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My coworker asks if I’m well. “Well? Not really. Maybe well-ish, I guess?” “Unacceptable, Sport” “I’m fine. I’m here. I’m doing my job. The rest of it isn’t germane.” “Germans? What Germans?” Our internal phone system isn’t the greatest. And yes, he calls me Sport. The point in this is that I didn’t lie. I…
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