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Month: November 2002

Driving Me Wild

Driving Me Wild

I adore my new commute! What used to take me at least an hour and 15 minutes now takes me only 15 minutes, and while I miss driving on the wild, wild freeway, there is nothing I would change about my drive. In fact, I fear I’ll be spoiled for all of my future commutes. Lately, though, it’s led me to think about how and where I learned to drive. I took driver’s ed at school and had a couple…

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I’m Not What I Used to Be

I’m Not What I Used to Be

Even if my life depended on it, I couldn’t tell you what I played for my first piano recital; I have absolutely no clue. I do, however, remember what my friend Lynnel played. She and I took lessons with the same teacher, in the same two-hour block, so I’d listen as she practiced her piece. Sometimes, when I got bored with waiting for my turn to play during the lesson, I’d get up and dance to the music she made….

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We Were Warriors Once… and Dumb

We Were Warriors Once… and Dumb

I meant to write on another topic, but I decided to visit a writing forum I used to frequent and got hopelessly caught up in reading old posts. I joined the group—only back then it was called a club—when Themestream.com was a popular outlet for writers. Writers would post their articles, essays, and stories on Themestream, and for every page click each piece received, the author got something like two cents. Naturally, many writers would frequent the writing forums, linking…

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Single-Celled Animals (and Married Ones, Too)

Single-Celled Animals (and Married Ones, Too)

I don’t have a cell phone, but I’ve been wanting one for a while. The only thing that stops me from getting a cell phone is that I don’t actually need one—yet. And even if I did have one, I’d probably only use it in emergencies. Still, it’s nice to dream. I have a beautiful new handbag with a pocket specifically for storing a cell phone, and I always tell myself that I will actually use the bag when or…

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The Lady, the Tiger, and the Hollywood Ending

The Lady, the Tiger, and the Hollywood Ending

I once read “The Lady, or the Tiger?” for a class, and we were asked to ponder the possibilities. A king’s daughter is caught with her common-class lover, and as punishment he is thrown into an arena with two doors. Behind one door is a lady, and behind the other is a tiger; whichever door he opens is his fate. Meanwhile, the king’s daughter takes steps to find out which door will hide the lady and which will hide the…

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