I am thankful to have an amazing partner in my life. I am thankful to have an excellent job in difficult times (and that said job still exists in spite of open-bar antics at the annual retreat). I am thankful for my huge and endlessly interesting family. I am thankful for friends who share their lives, [...]
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Until this morning, I hadn’t kicked anyone in the balls since second grade (with wooden clogs, then…sorry, Ryan R.!*). I also, through several layers of padding, managed to pound an aggressor’s radial nerve hard enough to numb his arm for a minute. And then I ran the hell away. Today was the final day of [...]
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I never found my universal card reader. I suspect it is somewhere on Cape Cod. I bought a new one, which means the old one should turn up any day now. A couple of the snaps I wanted to share: As previously noted, the entire weekend was glorious in a bunch of ways. From Tammy‘s [...]
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Not to put too fine a point on it, but “because they’re too good at it” seems like stupid, backwards reason to prevent anyone from doing anything, don’t you think? I mean, successful axe murderers and cult leaders notwithstanding.
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When I told the internet, via facebook, that I was going to do the Rape Aggression Defense course through AU, an old friend from high school noted that the most significant lesson she learned in self-defense classes was The Voice. The Voice, from the self-defense perspective, is Not Screaming. It’s yelling. Knowing how to yell, [...]
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I make fewer phone calls. But more of them are to my dad. I cry a little more. But not that much more. I hold on a little tighter. But I have more worth holding tight. I’ve lost the family member closest to me. But my family has grown wildly. I can’t not watch The [...]
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