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Karma Zap!

I do believe in Karma. Not for large things, because obviously that doesn’t jive, you don’t get cancer because you have bad karma, and Hitler roamed free for quite a while without a giant boulder falling on his head like it should have. But little things, yes. My...

Do Not Wear a Beret in Paris

“Why are you wearing a beret standing next to the Eiffel tower?” …more than one boyfriend asked. For many years, in my Mom’s kitchen, a photo montage of my collected photographs of Paris decorated the wall. I had brought my camera, my tripod, and my, um, yeah. My...

Just Visiting the White Room

I got one again, this time at Old Navy. It has almost happened before at this clothing emporium: something to do with the lighting and the fact that I can still smell the sweat off the backs of the tiny children making the clothing. All that cheap-ass stuff that is...

A Revelation

So I found myself at the dentist again. Yes, again. They really like me there. I am paying for schooling, a midlife crisis car, and at least one cabin on a lake. I’m fairly sure they celebrate when I walk in the door, and maybe even close early to have champagne. But...

Totally Inappropriate

My husband handed me his phone. “Here. I saved this for you, because, as a silly person, it’s something you’d appreciate.” I smiled at him, and took his phone. Silly person. If I needed to describe myself in two words, these would work. Then, right before we began our...

The Impasse

“I’ve changed.” “It’s not you, it’s me.” “I’m not sure there’s anything we can do to fix this!”   My husband and I have been going back and forth, trying to come up with a solution to our problem, yet neither one of us will give in. It’s me. I’m the problem. I...