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Condocalypse

January 31, 2017

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    A lot of people worry about any number of ways their lives might be snuffed out, in this scary new world. Hordes of murderous immigrants pouring across our borders, nuclear war, super-resistant strains of bacteria, and the accelerating pace of climate change all occupy their thoughts. Yet, while many fret, others have made […]

The Heeby Jobbies and the Heebie Jeebies

July 5, 2016

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  A woman at a recent Trump rally asked “Why aren’t we putting our military retirees on that border or in TSA? Get rid of all these heeby jobbies they wear at TSA?” Trump didn’t correct her, either by clarifying that the word was “hijabis,” nor that the question mark at the end of the […]

Communal Dressing Rooms: Where Dreams Go to Die

May 20, 2011

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  I’m just as evolved as the average woman.  I’m smart, I’m funny, and I can sing “See You in September” backward.  I paint, I write, I can still recite the entire introduction to the old TV show “Superman.” I’d say I have a pretty good self-image, except for two areas of life: finding myself at […]

Please don’t take my crappy cell phone away from me!

November 19, 2010

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Life in the Boomer Lane’s technological prowess stops somewhere between the invention of the wheel and that of the cotton gin.  Everything else, LBL puts under one of two categories: It’s magic and she likes it. It’s a curse on her existence and she wants it to go away. LBL’s enthusiasm for changing anything she has is […]

Please don't take my crappy cell phone away from me!

November 19, 2010

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My technological prowess stops somewhere between the invention of the wheel and that of the cotton gin.  Everything else, I put under one of two categories: It’s magic and I like it. It’s a curse on my existence and I want it to go away.  My enthusiasm for changing anything I have is comparable to […]

Things My Mother Warned Me About

September 23, 2010

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I found a dead squirrel in my driveway the other day.  As soon as I saw it, I heard my mom’s voice, “Don’t pick it up.  It is probably diseased and you will get sick and die if you touch it.”  I told my friend Phyllis, who was visiting and was, at that moment, sitting […]

Why I Don’t Ride A Bike

July 21, 2010

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The other day, Now Husband asked, “You don’t ride a bicycle?”  This was an interesting question, since NH has known LBL since December 2002 and has lived with her since May 2006. Apparently, his astute powers of observation are limited to things like “Wow!  Look at that squirrel in that tree a couple blocks down!” […]