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88: What Kind of Finisher are You?
Our almost-finished kitchen. As of yesterday, my house started to look like a home again. Except for some missing cabinets and final trim and electrical work, the kitchen is finished. The heavy duty...
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86: Would I Want to be 20 Again?
Out boozing in Boston, this time without fake IDs, drinking wine instead of $2 beers and sporting a blazer. As I walked down Boston’s Commonwealth Avenue this weekend, I had the uneasy sense that I was...
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84: Starting Today, My Luck Will Change
And we all walked away. If I say it will it make it so? Or am I just jinxing myself? I guess time will tell. But here is why I think today is the day. One year ago yesterday the whole family got into...
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72: Finding Normal
Finally, a couch to lounge on. But relaxation has been elusive. Last week I wanted to boil a pound of pasta. I looked for my stock pot and then remembered — I don’t have one anymore. My husband and I...
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68: Should I Write a Book?
Could my name someday be on one of these shelves? Yesterday, acting on the urge to spice up my life, I tried to sell literary agents on the idea of my writing a book about Sandy. In the Grand Ballroom...
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65: Six Months Later
After six months, finally a new kitchen. On Saturday, I asked the cashier at a Rockaway gift shop if she could wrap my purchase. I used to have a huge container of gift wrap supplies but now, I don’t....
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Today is two months to my 40th birthday. And so as the clock ticks I’m going to do something bold: I’m going to try to write a book. I plan to weave together the stories of several Sandy survivors to...
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56: Get in Your Neighbor’s Business
Desiree and Chrissy, my cohorts during those wild summer days. (This is obviously not a summer picture but the only one I could find.) This week I enrolled my kids in summer camp for the first time....
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54: Fat Girls Should Not Drink Coolattas, and Other B.S.
One-third left, but not for long. I’m sitting here drinking a Dunkin Donuts Coffee Coolatta, the one whose first sip shocked me with its sweetness, the one I at first ordered as a small and then said...
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47: Bye-Bye Jabba
Me, two months ago. Picture this: For six months, I was Jabba the Hutt, and my bedroom was my lair. There were no dancing ladies, no rodents jamming on the harmonica, no princess in chains, just me,...
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43: Dear Oklahoma
The front page of today’s Norman (Okla.) Transcript. Kudos to small newspapers like this one with overworked staffs that are serving their communities in important ways today. I know that look on your...
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35: Seven Months Later
I spent this past weekend disassembling the world that sustained me for most of the last seven months. Boxes stacked high in my bedroom, filled with plates and glasses and serving platters, were hauled...
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22: About a Butcher
Jack was just as happy to sell me my meat as I was to buy it. Welcome back Curran’s! I awoke Saturday morning with a sense of urgency: Curran’s was opening today and I was going to buy some meat!...
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21: We Did What?!
A couple of weeks ago I ran into some people from the Project Hope Crisis Counseling Program, which offers free mental health services to people impacted by Hurricane Sandy. Seven months after the...
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11: How Can I Love This Place So Much?
Bread, cheese and champagne at Sayra’s Wine Bar. I’m starting to believe that life can be good again. In the morning, I run past a 50-something woman in a zebra-striped bikini top who plays racquetball...
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8: In Kindergarten, a Victory
A sweet end to a stressful schoolyear. From the day my son Miles was born six years ago, I set my mind’s eye on the day when he would start kindergarten. That would be my nirvana moment. For the first...
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7: School’s Out for Summer!
Mira’s third grade classroom, a refuge from the storm. We did it. We survived this school year. When Mira, my now almost-9-year-old, started kindergarten, I thought that was the hardest year of my...
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1: So Long, 30s
So here I am: My last day as a 30-anything. A year ago, that thought jolted me into starting this blog. Back then, I was focused on endings. Now I’m focused on beginnings. That is a much happier place...
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This is 40
Here I am, ready for this next awesome decade. One year ago today, I woke up feeling forlorn. My 30s were nearly done and I thought I had failed myself by not already achieving all the plans I had made...
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