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Is Winning Still Fun If It’s Somebody Else’s?
This past year after listening to recordings of Jackie O’s crackling voice and the soft tinkle of the ice in her glass, I realized, there is a great woman behind every great man. Wait, wait, that’s a...
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Help! They are Lost in the Archives
While trying to switch over my blog from one platform to the next I am in the techno process of figuring this twitchy glitch out. Already, I have lost a year’s worth of FB likes and Tweets, Retweets...
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The Starving Artist: Chapter 29: Playing Dress Up
I can remember being the Nonna, a vixen and a giddy school girl. I can remember being a cartoon, a police officer and Robert Goulet. I can remember the hours I spent becoming these people. The way...
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Mirror, Mirror, My Old Frenemy
After yesterday’s blog comment I took Cathy’s advice. I sat in the bathroom, staring into the mirror, assuring myself that I was in fact validated. Then I was intrigued. Then I started making faces....
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The Vintage Advantage
There was a very special time, when a woman was a lady and she looked fabulous. Yards of fabric spilling and spinning around her. The swish of silk and petticoats. The cinched waists with A-line...
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I’m A Poor Loser
I don’t like it when people beat me at things. I don’t like loosing. That applies to everything. I don’t like losing boardgames. I don’t like losing my grip on reality. I don’t like being #2. I don’t...
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