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Monday, March 14, 2016

Honesty

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"Mom, today we were talking about cursing in my class." "Yeah?" "Yeah, and Mrs. Wilson asked us to raise ou...
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Monday, March 22, 2010

Logic

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"So mama are you going to drive me the six blocks to pre-school then go on the walking machine at the YMCA across the street from my sc...
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Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Backseat

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It was 101° on the cooler, Hollywood side of the hill. I was headed deep into the always 10° warmer San Fernando Valley for an attempt to in...
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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Van, Man

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In 2004, I bought a minivan for a dollar from the man who would become my husband. If you have not yet read the details of that transaction...
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Monday, February 8, 2010

Dollar Days

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After the heroic, yet violent death of my brown Volvo , I rented a car for a few days to get to and from my new job at the outpatient progra...
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Monday, November 16, 2009

Day Tripper

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(But black) Over the last 14 years that my girlfriends and I have been making the trek out to the outlet mall for our annual holiday shoppin...
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