O Mighty Crisis Stories

No So Much My Saviour After All: The Pompous Lord 3

No So Much My Saviour After All: The Pompous Lord

“Not So Much My Saviour After All: The Pompous Lord” I feel it. Pulsing towards me through cyberspace, I sense your desire to read more of my rambling adventures in other countries. Or maybe what I sense is just my computer trying to stream this week’s episode of Ugly Betty...

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Scoundrel Cabbies: So Unfare 5

Scoundrel Cabbies: So Unfare

“Scoundrel Cabbies: So Unfare”This past weekend, I had to don a big mohair sweater of The Happies, as I spent four days in the mountains of Colorado, celebrating past, present, and future with two of my best galpals from college. To even divulge how long it’s been since I first...

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Metallic Love 4

Metallic Love

“Metallic Love” I guess it started the night I met my husband, a very dreamy evening. It wasn’t meant to be dreamy, for we were set up, meeting each other “blindly,” as the rhetoric goes. But we were matched by my cousin, who had asked each of us if he...

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“But We Don’t Wanna Go Out For Sushi”: What To Do When the Kids Aren’t Game 1

“But We Don’t Wanna Go Out For Sushi”: What To Do When the Kids Aren’t Game

“But We Don’t Wanna Go Out For Sushi”: What To Do When the Kids Aren’t Game Short answer? Yank them along anyhow. It’s a lesson in character building, right? But then they make that event–whatever it is–miserable: “I want to go home now.” “When can we be done?” “Do they...

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Trail Cam 6

Trail Cam

Trail Cam: Earlier this week, I sucked up the remnant warmth of Summer, as Fall starts to turn rainy and colder. I went for a longish run on the Korkki Ski Trails, reveling in the ankle-deep leaves that made for a surprisingly-loud run. Quite simply, I was in heaven, from...

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Dear Mr. President 2

Dear Mr. President

I’m not really “political,” in the traditional sense of that term; in fact, I can just hear your cries of outrage if you knew how old I was before I voted for the first time. And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure if or when I’ll vote again...

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I Am Yours, and You Are Mine 3

I Am Yours, and You Are Mine

“I am yours and you are mine”–Peter Shaffer, Equus When I set foot on the West coast of Ireland, at the age of 20, I believed for the first time in reincarnation. Nothing had ever before felt so familiar and right. Thus was launched a long-distance love affair, played out...

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Oh, Honey 5

Oh, Honey

A crisis can be an ongoing frustration, and with our investment in an 88-ounce bottle of honey, my frustration was not only ongoing but also sticky. Why did we buy a bottle of honey so ungodly big? Short answer: we’re cheap. The longer answer is something eco-concious, wherein we’re trying...

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Animals Under My Feet 1

Animals Under My Feet

Animals Under My Feet: Let me preface this entry by saying that I do like animals. We had two dogs and a cat in our household as I was coming up, and the dogs in particular were my special pals. I would hug and seek solace in them as I...

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Spandex: It Keeps on Giving 1

Spandex: It Keeps on Giving

O Mighty Crisis Let me tell you the tale of an old college acquaintance–let’s call him Joe-O. Now Joe-O is a character in and of himself; he’s strident about leaving the smallest “footprint” he can on the planet, to the point that he only buys in bulk, composts everything, and,...

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