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Outsmarted by a Dog
Winston, our 13-week old Boxer-mutt pup, refuses to go on a walk with me today. Instead he sits smugly in his brand new harness, looking at me over his immobile shoulder while he basks in the sunshine and 76 degree weather. Don’t get me wrong. I also love to bask in sunlight – but his…
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Spring has Sprung!
Oh, yes. Spring has sprung, my friends. By the official calendar, we have just arrived at Spring. Michigan, however, has never been one to follow the official calendar. In fact, it appears to have glanced over winter and poo-pooed Spring altogether in exchange for 80 degree weather. I suppose with Michigan’s well-known swings, I should…
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Me I Want to Be
Well, I finished Made to Crave. I’m no lighter for it – heavier even – but that’s the point, isn’t it? It’s not a magic pill. It’s constantly working to redefine the quenching of our cravings. In truth, I’m just not ready to fully subscribe to being a mindful eater. Not. quite. yet. But I’ve started…
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Eat your heart out, Pinterest!
If you guessed that my recent arch nemesis exists in the form of a virtual bulletin board, you would be correct. I don’t accept failure and I really don’t like to lose. Pinterest encourages those things in me at every pin, it seems, but today I win. Today, I got my new sewing machine out…
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I "love" June.
June Lately: A Summary Friday, 17 – Fly to CA for the first time. Joined by fiance, parents, sister, and friend. Golden Gate Bridge. Japanese Tea Garden. Petrified Forest. Saturday, 18 – Wine tasting. Lots of wine tasting. Sunday, 19 – Napa Valley Wine Train + Love Lock Bridge. Monday, 20 – Private tour at…
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What if I never learn to cook?
Poor, Freddy. That’s my fiancé’s name. I tell you that despite my no-name policy for no other reason than this: He’s marrying me and will probably need some sympathy along the way – this way you can sympathize with him more directly. You might think that I am being too critical, but I’m sure of it. Particularly…
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Writers are a different breed.
Single, young writers – they’re nothing special. A dime a dozen, if I had to guess. They might charm you with their wit and tone but what obstacles do they come across in their thought and deliverance? No, a single, young writer is merely an athletic grade school child – holding promise for a period…
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