This morning, I was wracked with anxiety over something that happened in 1983. I was in third grade and, as youngsters of my ancient generation were wont to do, I learned cursive.…
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I’ve become 1 of those women. Evidently, I now have a stylist. My Guy and I attended a gala benefiting the local children’s hospital. It was a party! For the children! In…
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I have discovered the witching hour for grocery shopping. Obviously, the best time to shop is at 2 a.m. because the store is deserted with the exception of some drunks. They are…
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Eleven years ago this month, I moved out of the house I’d shared with my boyfriend of 7 years. We broke up, and I was completely broken. I moved into The Apartment…
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Ten years ago this summer, I spent a lot of time alone in a sticky home office. The window A/C unit that had been passed around the family since I was in…
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Looking for a new way to feel completely demoralized and become sure that you’re a social leper? Might I suggest becoming a freelance writer? I’m working on yet another newsletter article for…
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I’m compiling the index for an academic book right now. Yes, the life of a freelance writer/editor IS that exciting. The good news is that I find the task rather delightful. It…
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So, a few weeks ago, an angel from above directed an email to me. OK, not really. Well, sort of. I got an email from an acquaintance looking for copywriting help at her…
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A year ago this week, I started a new job at Mega Corporate Behemoth. On my first day, I sat alone for 15 minutes in the lobby, waiting for my manager to…
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I was at a meeting where a female acquaintance sidled up next to me. “So, Cha Cha,” she said, with That Look. “How’s being a full-time self-employed writer going?” Immediately, my inner…