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You Asked for It (Well, Two of You Did): How to Achieve a Style Equaled Only By Its Substance 16

You Asked for It (Well, Two of You Did): How to Achieve a Style Equaled Only By Its Substance

Women too often lead with apology. I have vowed to break that culturally inculcated habit and not apologize for my behaviors unless I’ve just vomited in your daisies or hit the reset button on your Furby. Thus, I will not lead with apology here. Instead, I will celebrate my inner...

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Over the River and Through the Tunnel 17

Over the River and Through the Tunnel

We aren’t fans of resolutions around here, nor are we particularly go-getters. However, as it turns out, we each have something we’d like to achieve in 2013. Allegra’s goal for this year is to learn to skate ski. We got her outfitted with rental equipment yesterday; she’ll use it the...

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A Night Like Any Other 11

A Night Like Any Other

In 2000, when our first child was born, my dad bought us a video camera to aid in documenting the special moments. Although YouTube and America’s Funniest Home Videos intimate otherwise, video cameras are rarely present during the truly special moments. It was extremely lovely, however, to be able to point...

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Take Every Moment As A Gift. Then Twist It. 6

Take Every Moment As A Gift. Then Twist It.

“The Bear’s Money” by Louis Jenkins from The Winter Road: Prose Poems Every fall before he goes to sleep a bear will put away five or six hundred dollars. Money he got from garbage cans, mostly. Peo- ple throw away thousands of dollars every day, and around here a lot...

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That Time of the Semester 11

That Time of the Semester

I graduated from college twenty-three years ago, but still, at least once a year, I have the “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod, I woke up late and am missing my final exam but can’t find the classroom” nightmare. Considering my lax attitude towards class attendance in my college years, the notion that I can’t...

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Steadily Growing 11

Steadily Growing

“At the age of six I wanted to be a cook. At seven I wanted to be Napoleon. And my ambition has been growing steadily ever since.”–Salvador Dali Today, Byron turns 42. He has been, and in some cases still is, son, brother, friend, father, student custard scooper corn cross-pollinator...

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Winter’s Advent 12

Winter’s Advent

There’s a special lull in the rhythm of the semester when students are cranking away on big projects and readying themselves for the intensity that is the End of the Semester. The work isn’t flying in because they’re diligently, one hopes, doing the work. I’m in that lull right now, swinging...

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Cherish 18

Cherish

As the Catholic priest with multiple boyfriends can tell you: monogamy isn’t necessarily natural. However, despite evidence that the romantic ideal of meeting The One and living happily ever after is a crock, we are trained from birth to believe in it. Perhaps we’d do better to widen the scope...

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Turns Out Eli Manning’s Not the Problem 15

Turns Out Eli Manning’s Not the Problem

Sometimes, if I’m standing in line at the post office (mailing you a present), and the line is really long (you’re worth the wait), I pass the time by playing one of my special mental games. These games range from “Hey, Jaundiced Guy Eyeballing the Birds of Prey Stamp Design, You...

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Lack of Particulars Makes the Story 20

Lack of Particulars Makes the Story

Unrest at work has been put to rest. Negative thoughts met with positive thoughts, a whole lot plummeted into the chasm that had separated them, and there was release. And a big grinning howdy to my colleagues who read this blog. What I can tell you about being a college...

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