O Mighty Crisis Stories

A Princess, Some Peas 20

A Princess, Some Peas

I was nestling into bed one night when my boyfriend observed, “Look at that grin. You never smile bigger than when you’re lying down in the bed at night.” At that point, although I didn’t yet have the perspective to see it, I was wading through my least-favorite decade of life:...

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Coffee Break 16

Coffee Break

I’m feeling very fortunate. During these busy summer months when finding even ten minutes to sit down and write seems impossible, I’ve been lucky enough to have a fine writer named Shelly become a Facebook friend. Shelly has been wanting to share a story of something that happened while she...

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My Year as a Nanny: Tending Mary Jane 12

My Year as a Nanny: Tending Mary Jane

“Looks like they had a good time last night,” I thought to myself, pushing the pipe, bag of buds, and lighter behind a lamp in an effort to conceal them from the children’s view. The last thing I needed in my job as a nanny was the task of explaining...

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Becoming a Badass 12

Becoming a Badass

When I first started blogging in 2006, I learned to make the rounds of other people’s blogs. As we do. First, I read one person’s blog, and then I’d click on the comment of one of the readers of that blog and be taken to his/her blog, and so on...

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Resonance 24

Resonance

I bet your’re a book reader. That is: like attracts like, and I am a book reader, and you are here. So we are readers, yes? I’ll go even further and guess that, because love of reading is innate in us–or because we learned it as a joyful or comforting...

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If the Guy Next to Me Had Been British, He Would Have Whispered, “Put Your Baps Away, Love” 24

If the Guy Next to Me Had Been British, He Would Have Whispered, “Put Your Baps Away, Love”

Possessing a highly refined gift for Dickin’ Around, I invariably run late. Naturally, as I attempt to ram my way out of the house, idiocy abounds. The other week, when I was trying to get to the gym to do a little cardio and then attend yoga class, I was...

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I Wish I Had Enough Money 19

I Wish I Had Enough Money

Raising my voice above the clamor, I called out, “Okay, you can start your ten minutes of freewriting NOW.” Even in my rowdy, chaotic, feral-children-come-to-college afternoon class, that command settled them down. Heads bent over notebooks, and fingers tapped away on keyboards. For the next ten minutes, the usual cacophony calmed...

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My Balls Are Not Schweddy 15

My Balls Are Not Schweddy

I’ll bet some of you are familiar with this classic Saturday Night Live skit: Schweddy Balls The earnest announcers speak with carefully modulated voices into their microphones, convinced that they are bringing a valuable educational experience to their listeners–and of course, hilarity grows out of their lack of external awareness. This is...

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No More Blue 11

No More Blue

Bringin’ it home with Part III. ———————————————- A few days after the God of the Parking Lot Attendant blessed me and washed my blackened heart clean, I exited the parking ramp again. Delightfully, it was David–not his gristly, plucked-chicken, Vikings-loving, puka-shell sporting compatriot–working the booth. It’s a real crapshoot, the...

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My Redeemer 17

My Redeemer

A continuation from the previous post. I believe such a thing is called Part II. ————————————— My stomach hurt all that day. It had absorbed the fallout of a couple people’s interpersonal cowardice, and I felt sad, sad, sad. It’s not for nothing that Byron and I joke about my...

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