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Mix Tapes

It’s no secret that I am a bit of a Luddite, digging my heels in and obstinately, reluctantly, joining the new era of “interconnectedness”. To me this is a bit of a misnomer. Having access to incredible amounts of data, being able to text your fiends instead of...

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...

And now…a Bit of Perspective

The one thing no one tells you (actually the 812th thing, but whatever) about being a parent is that there is nothing worse than seeing your child hurt. Mentally hurt, yes, that sucks, but physically…it puts all the little things into perspective quite quickly. I have...

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...