There’s an interesting wrinkle popping up in EstateLand this hot August night. A family in my hometown would like to retrieve from my mother’s home the ashes and belongings of her best friend, who was born into their family and left it behind as soon as his mother died. His reasons were private and personal, [...]
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My graduate degree is now 20% complete. I finished my ill-advised summer term with an A- and a B+. Starting on September 9, I’m back in classes with the titillating monikers of Persuasion Research and Political Economy of Mass Communication, which I anticipate will be roughly as dramatic and thought-provoking as they sound. Then again, [...]
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Flip-Flop Amy got me started on it, so this 1,000-plus-word rant is brought to you by the letters S, T, and J. I’m pleased to see that Remote Area Medical (RAM) is getting a fair bit of press this week for its work in Inglewood. You know where organizations like RAM are supposed to operate, though? [...]
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Back in March I entered a new relationship…with Massage Envy. I did eventually break the news to my long-time massage therapist at a private establishment. We have not spoken of it since. Yesterday, I had my third massage with therapist I’ve liked the best, and I intend to stick with her as long as I have [...]
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In my last post, I referred to some challenges that G and I face. I did say they weren’t unique, but I understand they may seem so. They also may seem very, very confusing, particularly if you see him using a white cane and then see him watching TV or reading email on a PDA. [...]
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I hate the term “out of pocket.” It got co-opted somewhere along the line — it used to mean paying for something personally, something that was usually a business expense. Now, somehow, it means a bunch of different things, including “away from the office and other responsibilities” or “on vacation and physically separated from my [...]
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