Monthly Archives: December 2009

Things I’m Bad at While on Cold Meds

Applying eye-liner. Understanding and responding to written communication, esp. in the form of e-mail. Addressing Christmas cards. Walking without stepping on the cats. (And that’s just today…)
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Congo, Take Two

So, if everything goes as planned (ha), I’ll be in Congo again in about five months. Tentative dates are for mid-to-late May…ish? Should know something more concrete soon, I hope. But at any rate, this time last year I had just signed on for the first trip, and I was scared stupid and trying to [...]
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Brain Fail

I believe the holidays are causing a loss of brain cells. By that, I mean mine in particular. And at all those Christmas parties—I haven’t had a single drink! I blame the sleep deprivation and stress. When I showed up at Sharon’s place this Tuesday to watch Story, I just bust into tears for no [...]
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An Open Letter to December

Dear December, First, let me begin by saying how much I absolutely adore you. Really, I do. And this year doubly so, because I was so bummed at being all alone for Thanksgiving, and then you came along, December, with all your non-Thanksgiving-themed merchandise, music, and festivities—and, with the hope of seeing family at the [...]
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Next Time I’ll Say Something

I’m not sure that I’ve ever been an assertive person. Oh, my mother, who listened to radio shows devoted to mental-health topics like boundaries, made sure I knew the difference between being assertive and being aggressive.  The best I’ve ever managed is passive-aggressive; I’ve not made it to assertive yet. I certainly had plenty of [...]
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From My Mother’s Journal, or Why Kitchens Shouldn’t Have Carpet

April 10, 1984 You somehow opened a bottle of vinegar and poured half of it out on kitchen carpet. Boy, it almost knocked me out. How you opened it, I don’t know.
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