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Funkytown

I checked my email early this morning and read the Daily Post. It asked if you’re good at what you do, and what you’d like to do better. Perfect timing. The last two or three days I’ve written exactly one six-line paragraph for a synopsis I’ve been working on. And the...

Fantasyland

We’ve been married a long time—long enough that it requires less calculation to say how long we haven’t been married than how long we have, when anyone asks. And we’ve been married long enough to drift apart, a casualty of shifting interests and temperaments, patience...

Me, Only Better

It’s been said we are the average of the five people we spend the most time with. For the sake of argument, I’ll pretend that’s true (though really I don’t, because I spend an awful lot of time with the Target cashier and know nothing about her). Now, if it was true,...

Linda, Row Your Boat Ashore

Okay, so there was no boat and no shore. But I still rowed this morning. It’s supposed to rain this weekend in Southern California, which makes us natives want to cocoon and get all cozy—unlike our East Coast brethren who, at the prediction of more precipitation, are...

And For Dessert, Maalox With A Pepto Chaser

How far would you go to prove a point? My knee-jerk response—and maybe yours, too—is, “As far as I need to.” After all, right is right. Right? And if you have to prove it educate along the way, so be it. But let’s think about this. Rationally. Suppose you believe fat...

Life In 140 Characters Or Less

"They're all the same. Just hurry up and pick one." #SuperLottoPlus #NotGonnaWinAnyway                                                           -Me, to the person in front of the Chevron Mini Mart line who's staring at lottery tickets the way I stare at a bakery...

Seventeen Years Ago, Plus or Minus a Day

February 17, 1998. A Tuesday night. Or did it happen just after midnight, making it February 18? I don’t know. The medical records document every IV started, every vial of blood collected, every consent signed. But they don’t document when I lost my daughter. The...

What Happened the Morning I Didn’t Check My Email

I’ve been waiting for two emails most of my adult life. Okay, maybe not. Maybe for four months and ten days, respectively—but it feels like most of my adult life. Since checking my phone every two seconds wasn’t making them appear any faster, I took a stand this...