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The End, The Beginning

It’s midnight or so, just after last week’s fireworks, and I’m on the roof deck with my brother, The European and my friend Casey, who I met when we interned together at a Quaker magazine. “How long has it been since you’ve talked to your agent?” Casey asks. And I have to think about it.…

I'm pretty sure if we were still together, we'd look like this by now.

Must Love Dancing

You’ll have to forgive me.  I really do intend to stop writing about TWD eventually but the more I write, the more things make sense and the more things make sense, the better I feel. TWD was a great dancer.  He was the greatest dancer I ever dated and when I saw him dancing at…

Really?  You "needed" all of those paint samples?

Another Revelation, This Time in Paint Samples

I have a thing for paint samples. I don’t why, but I love looking at them, collecting them and laughing at the funny names the paint color people come up with (Forbidden Mango, Flamingo Passion, Ultra White, Historic Preservation Trust Colonial Blue). That said, I think people who collect lots of paint samples for the…

The questionnaire

The Semi-Gold Standard

It’s been two months.  I say this not because I’m counting but because one of the self-help articles I read recommended doing so. (Okay, that’s a lie.  I am counting.  But I’m okay with that because it means that time marches on, even if I don’t always feel like I’m marching along with it.) More…

40 days

The 40 Days Phenomenon

So I stumbled 40 Days of Dating recently.  I don’t know how I missed it—it’s been all over the news and in magazines and supposedly they’re going to make a movie out of it starring Paul Bettany. (Then again, I always miss things.  I didn’t know about Pete Seeger being dead until I got bored…

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The Truth, The Whole Truth

Today makes two weeks.  My brother called to see how I was doing yesterday and, after a few minutes, finally ventured “Is it too soon to ask what happened?” “Oh.  No, of course not.  What happened is… we just fell out of love I think.” The things is, there are always so many versions of…

rebound

Best Practices for Breaking Up

I’m terrible at break ups.  That not to say that anyone is particularly good at them but if there’s a better way to handle things and a worse way to handle things, I’m pretty sure I’ve always chosen the worse. Take Boyfriend #1.  He cheated on me.  Yet I drove up to Montreal in a…

stick figure family

Breaking Up… with the Kids

The saddest thing, by far, about this relationship ending is that it hasn’t left just one hole.  It’s left three. TWD’s youngest accidentally took a pair of my jeans when flying home after the holidays.  There was some confusion with the laundry and well… teenagers are easily confused. I don’t actually care about the jeans…