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  • Sleeveless in Seattle

    It’s a brand new year and I’ve got the same old resolution – to lose weight.  I can’t remember a time when I was content with my body.  At 16, I wore a size seven bikini and thought I was fat.  Now that I’m actually...
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  • Enough with the Hitler comparisons

    Funny thing happened on the way to the podium at Nelson Mandela’s memorial service.  Barack Obama ran into Raul Castro.  As I watched it in real time, I winced, but not for the handshake.  It was the dreaded bow.  You see, Raul is much shorter...
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  • November 22, 1963

    If you are of my generation, you know exactly where you were the day my mom’s worst boyfriend skipped town. I was nine years old.  My father died six years earlier and my mother was on boyfriend number 53 (or so it seemed.) In the...
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  • 58 and fired

    It’s taken me a year to write about being sacked by corporate America.  Not out of sadness or shame or writer’s block.  No, it was hope. Hope that I would be hired by another company and then fear they might Google me, find this column...
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  • At home with the Cruzes

    Ted Cruz:  “Daddy’s home, girls!  Let’s wash our hands for dinner.” Daughter #1:  “I’m not eating.” Ted:  “Why not, Princess?” Daughter #1:  “Because the kids at school said you’ve taken food out of the mouths of babies.” Ted:  “Come on, Kitten, that’s nonsense.  You’re too young...
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  • Tea Party 12 Step Program

    Admit you are powerless over any gun control.  The Second Amendment and God give you the right to purchase any gun, any time to shoot anybody who is threatening any ground where you’d like to stand.  Pretty sure it’s in the Bible. Admit a power...
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  • Guilt from the grave

    Oh how I envy psychopaths.  Lacking any sense of guilt or remorse; they rationalize, blame and deny it all away.  OJ, Casey and Jodi sleep like babies.  While I pop Ambien the way I eat brownies, one half at a time. I used to think...
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  • We got you from a colored family

    I grew up in the civil rights era.  I am white and lived in the north, so I didn’t see the struggle first hand.  In 1960, I started kindergarten in an integrated school that was probably 90 percent white.  The first time I remember noticing...
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  • It takes a village, people

    Maybe it’s because the fertility drugs left me still barren.  Or it might stem from my three siblings and I being raised by our exhausted, widowed mother.  We really could have used some encouragement growing up. For whatever reason, I’m in love with the concept of...
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