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You smile and think how much you’ve changed
Back in the day, I remember singing lyrics to, This is the Day, by The The?: Well you didn’t wake up this morning ’cause you didn’t go to bed You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red The calendar on your wall was ticking the days off You’ve been reading some old letters…
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Please go away. Far, far away!
My husband and I were celebrating his 50th birthday at our favorite restaurant. We were seated rock-star, bellied up at the bar. Sipping gin and tonic, noshing on select delicacies from our charcuterie plate, a bedazzled hand reached in front of me and dropped an empty plastic bottle of Smart Water. Next, the hand that was weighed down with a giant…
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Fountain of Sonic Youth
Was she getting under my skin, or was it simply my vanity? A newly minted Columbia College grad stood in front of me steaming a glittery, hot pink t-shirt that changes colors when it’s exposed to heat. No, she wasn’t my assistant, just some young fool working for cheap and I couldn’t wait to see…
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Lord Help Me, Elizabeth This is the Big One
There are zombies and then there are toddlers with tiaras. I’ve been holed up in hotel rooms with very little free time to do anything other than treat my brain to flat screen mush. I have become a cable tv victim. Sprawled out on a dialed up sleep-number bed, like a character from Fear and Loathing in…
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Do you have a broomstick to go with that dress?
It always happens when I’m on the beach. Some perfect girl has to ruin my sunny day and there she was.. all skinny, tan, and wearing the most fabulous tunic in the world. She sat right next to me and I immediately gained ten pounds. I tried not to stare, but it was soo hard.…
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TMI
She kept dropping her magazines and apologizing. As the plane took off, I realized that I was seated next to a highly intoxicated middle aged women. A bombed broad, if you will. I never got her name, but boy, did I get her story. She lives in Palm Springs, sandwiched in between big homes with…
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Annie, get your gun
I don’t think that creative people need to suffer in order to produce art, but I do feel they need poetry in their soul. I just got back from a five-day location job where I learned something surprising about myself. I’ll do almost anything to be accepted and liked. Including ditch my poetic sensitivity and…
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When I grow up, I wanna…
“I’m so sick of being 24!” says my massage therapist. He’s digging his hands into my fleshy muscles and releasing my real world tension. As he rubs my backside, I think about how I’m: unemployed, have super crappy heath insurance, just paid a plumbing bill that started out at $350, and then, “Lady, it’s lookin’ more like a thousand…
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The mean reds
Work is slow. Idle time can make me worry and think, “crap! am I washed up? Is this it? Am I a hack?” The photo biz in Chicago is a bit stagnant. It’s all in far away places, or hidden from me. So, I’ve been watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s and feeling a lot like the…
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I wouldn’t eat that…
… before I take a picture of it! Cooking with family is one of my earliest and most fond memories. There is something about food, not just the taste, but even the preparation that I find comforting. When I was five years old, I would watch Julia Child and wish so much that I could be a guest at her…