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I've often thought it would be cool to be a masseuse. It's a little known fact to most of you, but I give a great massage. It's outstanding. People queue up - friends, family...others - and give rave reviews. I was once the office masseuse. Get your mind out of the gutter - I was 19 and worked with lots of girls. Now get your mind out of the lesbian porn section. Anyway, I give a cracking massage

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Someone rather important to me just celebrated a birthday - a milestone birthday. In the spirit of disclosure, this someone is an ex. An ex-ex to be exact, if that is in fact an exacting statement. You know what I mean. If not, humor me. This birthday of said ex-ex has gotten me very nostalgic. It's got me thinking back to that last milestone, ten years past (now that I'm marking life in decades

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She didn't believe in hate. Or for 35 years she told herself she didn't. She entertained envy, understood avarice, even practiced sloth. But hate? So she told herself this all-consuming emotion was envy so she could sleep nights. Envy of the people who floated with seeming simplicity through the day to day. Envy of those on the continent she could not breach from her desolate island, tenuously

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Privacy on the internet: it's the next big thing that's already here. This is thanks in large part to the intricate changes to Facebook's privacy settings, which have handed users a one-way ticket to confusedville and landed Facebook, well, their privacy settings anyway, in front of Congress. And while I still haven't gotten an iPad yet (I know, I know), I'm a fairly tech savvy geek. Having said

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There are few times in recent memory when it's been so fulfilling to be a digital geek - a consumer at the feet of the technoparazzi. Think about it - there haven't been many times since George Lucas showed us that Dewbacks could move and Jabba could walk that the collective technogeek universe heaved and uttered such mighty sighs. Until about five years ago that is, when Apple iRevolutionized

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"Tell me about your life," he said from his perch on the edge of the hard, black, plastic fold out chair I'd set out for him. He idly strummed and tuned his six string, slinking further back into the chair until his 6'5" frame was comfortably origamied and molded with the plastic. Inexplicably at ease, I moved a toy train to the side with my foot, sunk to the floor and began to do just that - to

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Ah, New Year's Day... a new beginning, a time for family and merriment, a time for... hockey. That's right, New Year's Day 2010: the day of the Winter Classic - sorry, the Bridgestone NHL Winter Classic. Two teams, vintage uniforms, outdoor arena, one winner... all in all very cool. The Flyers and Bruins faced off in this year's classic on an outdoor rink built in Fenway Park. Again, very cool.

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2009 began with an ending, so it's only fitting that it ends with a beginning. Those who have ridden the year-long roller coaster alongside me have said "You must be glad to see this year end." I bear 2009 no ill will - in fact part of me is sad to bid farewell to this year of change, growth, lessons, laughs, and tears. In 2009: contracts were broken and new ones were signed I became a better

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I've experienced days with my children - golden days - those days where every parental directive is obeyed and each utterance they make is laced with childhood wisdom rather than shrill taunts and abject desire for candy and potato chips. I love the golden days (who wouldn't) and after each one am utterly convinced I can recapture those moments if I do EXACTLY what I did the day before. I've

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So, I got the (four year) old video camera working and uploaded footage (please don't let me regret this later). Tonight I was meant to start a new series of art work, but there was fail on many levels. Not the least of which, I could not get the canvas I needed *anywhere* in the stinko suburbs. That will be remedied tomorrow. Secondly, while it was a lovely – albeit tiring – evening, I did not

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I have a friend with whom I email most every day. A few lines, some short paragraphs - "just to check in" kind of emails. Sometimes I think some of my best writing is in these emails - it's so effortless, writing to one person whom you know will accept it without judgement. I was going to write another, but decided to blog instead. The email would have gone something like this: Hey - It's

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When my daughter was born and my son started pre-school, my mom asked me how I was going to have them identify themselves. Not one to pass up the opportunity for a smart-ass remark, I quipped "Preferably by their names." This response was met with the (usual) exasperated snort and eye roll. I knew what she was getting at - the topic of race. Honestly, I'm surprised that race still is a topic

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I haven't written a post in over a month, mainly because I can't settle on one subject to yammer on about. That said, I've decided to let it all fly and the ideas can land where they may. Here we go... Mother's Little Helper I've been swimming upstream against the demands of parenthood and life in general, swallowing my share of water and flogging myself for lacking the freestyle skills of

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Quirks. If we're honest we all have 'em. The way he holds a cigarette, the softness - or extremity - of her head tilt when in deep thought or conversation, the way we absentmindedly swirl the ice in a rocks glass as we sip the elixir. All could be described as quirks - I'll leave more lurid descriptors to your imagination - this time. Me, I've been dubbed the "Q" word more than once - and for a

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In the U.S. Mother's Day is May 10. Personally, I think Mother's Day is a shit holiday, invented by Hallmark to trade on the guilt of prodigal children and befuddled husbands. Mind you, I say this as a mother and person who *loves* a good holiday. And I will be there to celebrate my mother and all the fabulous women who've mothered me through life. But that's the thing - I know so many fabulous

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I had a visit from inspiration the other day and it was lovely; her visits always are. She tucked in and stayed for a bit - we shared some wine, had some laughs. Then she was gone. Without a word she'd finished the Cabernet, eaten the last truffle and pulled up stakes. It's happened before and will happen again - inspiration is just like that...bitch. My problem isn't so much that she's gone (

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Let’s start by saying I’m not a big fan of basketball and don’t know much about it. I do, however, know the difference between man-to-man and zone defense. Man-to-man is more aggressive and lets the best defender guard the best offensive player, whereas in zone coverage, a player is assigned an area (zone) of the court to guard, and must guard any opponent in that zone. If you can’t play good

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Life is full of contradictions. Me - well, I watch too much TV while looking at the stack of books on the nightstand; when I read I love the suspense of a good thriller, but not the bumps in the night that inevitably follow; I pledged to run a 5K and have trained three times in two months; I stay awake too late, get up too early and rest too little. Contradictions - my life is full of 'em. In

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