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sports fan styling
When your team is in the playoffs, you get to incorporate your lucky shirt into your outfit. Go Red Sox!
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lovable losers no more?
I’m taking a break from the blogging hiatus to say, wow, the Red Sox are World Series champions once again. I don’t mean to gloat. If Facebook is any meter, I realize many of you are “sick” of the Red...
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Happy anniversary, George
A year ago today, I self-published my first story with help from Amazon Kindle Direct Publishing. It was short. It wasn’t overly promoted except perhaps in these pages. It never went viral. My fantasy...
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working for myself, day one
Today I officially begin working for myself. Mark this as the first day of my new professional adventure. And by adventure I mean that I plan to tackle messes, convert the playroom into an office and...
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photo shoot saturday
I was very honored when the wonderful women of Periwinkle asked me to join other local bloggers for a photo shoot today for their holiday look book. As part of my effort to encourage the opening of an...
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Thanksgiving Eve
I like to feed people. It’s my way of expressing love. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday, and I can’t imagine a better way to give thanks to those who are important to me than to make them lots and...
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an update on the goals
Remember the 13 in ’13? Good, neither did I. In fact, I wouldn’t even earn a gentlewoman’s C if I were to grade myself. By my generous calculations, I fulfilled 3 out of 13 goals, which for you math...
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the fours have it
My unlucky number has always been four. And today, I turn it in duplicate. (How the hell did I get to be 44?) On top of it all, I have to spend most of this age in the year of 2014? What does this mean...
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mirror, mirror on the yogic wall
Since having a life-balance-happiness epiphany in a yoga class in New York my friend Margaret brought me to in August, I’ve been trying to incorporate more of the practice into my life. My first...
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making lemonade
It’s a little cold for lemonade, so this afternoon I made cassoulet. And when I say this afternoon, I mean for the last three and a half weeks, I’ve researched recipes. I plotted approaches. I...
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the best of intentions
I’ve called them resolutions. I’ve called them goals. I’ve constructed “goal boards” where I pasted images pulled from magazines of how I want my life to look and feel. Sometimes I succeed and...
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I am a writer
This week, to bolster my chances of keeping the goals/resolutions I set for myself, I attended two yoga intention setting workshops. The first workshop was held at Capitol Hill Yoga on New Year’s Day....
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the drafting table
Okay, now that I’ve found my higher purpose, blah, blah, blah, it’s time to achieve it. I have become one of those people who measures document length by word count, not pages. It finally makes sense...
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the drafting table
Sleep begets sleep. That’s what I’ve found when it comes to the boys. I can’t explain it but when they were babies, the better the nap, the easier bedtime was. And now, if I put them to bed early, they...
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the drafting table
Given that I have already crushed my January, February and March writing goals, it’s clear to me now that finding the right words is no longer my problem. In fact, I’m starting to work in the other...
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Why the Olympics make me cry
I’m a sucker for the Olympics. The first one I recall was 1976 in Montreal when Nadia Comaneci perfected gymnastics. I was only six at the time, and she barely looked older, but I was hooked. Fast...
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the process
You write and you write and you write and you write and you write. Then you delete a bunch of shit and write some more. Then you write and you write and you write. You put your computer away but then...
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parting is such sweet sorrow
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, drink, sleep or throw up. Maybe I will just go to yoga. I’m elated, but exhausted. My confidence is high, but I have moments of self-doubt. My book is done. At least...
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yoga pants: the gateway drug to mom jeans
I love my yoga pants, though I have to admit I don’t do much downward facing dog in them. For yoga, I prefer tight crops especially when practicing in rooms with temperatures 95 degree plus. But for...
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