When I was a kid there was no permanent press. You had to iron every thing. I used to cheat though, and just iron the sleeves and the collar of the blouse that went under the jumper I wore to Catholic school. Since only the sleeves and the collar showed, what was the point of … Continue reading Ironing
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On My Plate
Because the weather was kind of meh, we jumped into the car and headed for Wegmans by way of Target, Panera, TJMaxx and Bon Ton. I saw a woman in a turquoise polyester pantsuit. I had a tall soy latte. I said "Hi" to one of my yoga students in Target. I had black bean … Continue reading On My Plate
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I pass this phone booth every day on my dog walk. I don't even see it most of the time. The only time I see it is if the sky looks likes it's going to open up and drench me, and then I think: "Well, I could always just duck into that phone booth if … Continue reading Empty
Morning: It Doesn’t Look Like What It Feels
I love mornings. Even ass-crack of dawn mornings. But it sure doesn't look that way, does it? Because come on. Do you think you ever look the way you feel? Does anything look the way it feels? Take a roller coaster for example. It's interesting architecture, high, curvy, but go ahead. Get on it. Take … Continue reading Morning: It Doesn’t Look Like What It Feels
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