Tag: real life
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This time last week I was frantically attempting to track down my movers in order to reclaim my meager truckload of possessions. Since then, I’ve set up my new apartment, figured out how to use a cordless drill, had coffee with one of my neighbors (and attempted to avert my eyes from his vast collection…
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List Served is a semi-regular feature wherein I present you with an ordered grouping of (at least tangentially) related points. I love lists and the internet loves ephemeral minutiae. It’s all good. Photo by Rakka A gift bag containing three giant Lush bath bombs that were meant as a present for someone whose birthday party…
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Last week, someone referred to me as a writer. I like the sound of that. So much more flattering than newly-unemployed former policy wonk/project manager (sounds like the name of an Alanis Morissette album, doesn’t it?). Writer has appeal not only because it links me with something I love to do, but also because it’s…
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I’m writing this curled up on the couch in the family room of my parents’ house. The wood stove is crackling, I have a dog on either side of me and I’m enjoying a nice cup of tea* with almond milk. What better circumstances under which to talk about the dangers of complacency? Photo by…
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I’ve already tackled general stress-busting tips a couple of weeks ago, but as we all know, the holidays are a whole ‘nother ballgame and I’ve decided that they really do require their own set of ground rules. And given that I’ll soon be on a plane to spend this festive season with my own family…
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Hate To Break It To You is a recurring feature wherein we dispense succinct home truths that everyone could benefit from facing up to, unpleasant as they may be. Before the eyebrows start raising, let me clarify. I don’t meant that there’s no such thing as bad luck, misfortune, or ill-timed dramas that might befall…
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I spent the weekend apartment hunting. Or rather, I spent 16 hours on Saturday apartment hunting and those 16 hours included the six hours of air and land travel time to get to my destination city and back. It was an exhausting goose chase (wild or not still to be determined), especially since I consider…
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‘Tis the season for a lot of things, not the least of which is stress. And stress begets articles by “experts” on how to cope with said stress. While most of this advice is well-intentioned, the practicality and applicability of it to the life of the average Gen Meh-er is dubious at best. Put another…
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The stomach is for fear and panic, excitement, too. The heart isn’t immediate enough. It takes things a while to filter through to it. And it’s too imprecise, too messy, too amorphous a spot to locate such sharp feelings. No, it’s the lungs, I’ve decided. That quick stab when you’re standing in line at Starbucks…
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Where’s the ghost of Dorothy Parker when you need her? It seems silly that I feel compelled to cover this as a PSA, but apparently there are people out there who really do need to be schooled in how to trash talk with élan. And being on the receiving end of their ill-timed, poorly-phrased or…
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