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  • I tempted fate when I was seven. I looked up at the life-sized replica of a blue whale, diving toward the ground in the Hall of Ocean Life in the […]

    Under the Whale

    I tempted fate when I was seven. I looked up at the life-sized replica of a blue whale, diving toward the ground in the Hall of Ocean Life in the […]

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  • Ten-ish years ago, one of my best childhood friends and her husband split up. Being engaged, rounding 30 and kidless, I can’t say I at all understood how difficult her […]

    This rubber band

    Ten-ish years ago, one of my best childhood friends and her husband split up. Being engaged, rounding 30 and kidless, I can’t say I at all understood how difficult her […]

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  • She was my mean girl in high school. I dreaded going to school. I dreaded the classes we had together. I was sure it was her that scrawled the word […]

    Mean girl, reconsidered

    She was my mean girl in high school. I dreaded going to school. I dreaded the classes we had together. I was sure it was her that scrawled the word […]

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  • This is me in all of my three-weeks-from-17, just-graduated glory, standing next to my brother on a commuter ferry that took us from central New Jersey to South Street Seaport, […]

    WTC

    This is me in all of my three-weeks-from-17, just-graduated glory, standing next to my brother on a commuter ferry that took us from central New Jersey to South Street Seaport, […]

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  • I never had my own pair of roller skates with hand-made pink baby pom-pons draped over the laces. I don’t remember wanting them. The scuffed gray rentals with faded red […]

    I Wanna Rock With You: The Michael Jackson memory filter

    I never had my own pair of roller skates with hand-made pink baby pom-pons draped over the laces. I don’t remember wanting them. The scuffed gray rentals with faded red […]

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  • My Facebook connections seem to compound by the day, but I couldn’t feel less connected in general. It’s a little disjointing, this proliferating collection of re-connections with people who have […]

    Faces

    My Facebook connections seem to compound by the day, but I couldn’t feel less connected in general. It’s a little disjointing, this proliferating collection of re-connections with people who have […]

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  • I spent part of the summer that I turned 20 hanging out with a guy I’ll call Ted who had the word wiggle in his last name. (Really.) He was […]

    Things I remember about being younger

    I spent part of the summer that I turned 20 hanging out with a guy I’ll call Ted who had the word wiggle in his last name. (Really.) He was […]

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  • The first tower opened the year that I was born, near enough to Manhattan’s bridges and tunnels for my father to traverse them daily. I only went inside of the […]

    September 11

    The first tower opened the year that I was born, near enough to Manhattan’s bridges and tunnels for my father to traverse them daily. I only went inside of the […]

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  • Jen over at one plus two listed seven windows of her soul and asked us for our own. It was just the distraction I needed this morning to clear some […]

    Windows of distraction

    Jen over at one plus two listed seven windows of her soul and asked us for our own. It was just the distraction I needed this morning to clear some […]

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  • Thirteen years ago today, Dan and I were on our first trip together, just a few short months after we met. We both wanted to explore New Orleans. He thought […]

    Surrounded by saints

    Thirteen years ago today, Dan and I were on our first trip together, just a few short months after we met. We both wanted to explore New Orleans. He thought […]

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