Monthly Archives: December 2003

The Mysterious London Postcard

In August I received a postcard from London. It was not signed and merely said, “Dear Leah. We really must get together for drinks, as it is only an 8 hour drive betwixt our houses.” I emailed all of my … Continue reading

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the “not quite a break up” break up

The past eight years or so are littered with the not-quite-break-ups from not-exactly-relationships that didn’t-totally-happen. I can’t complain that I’ve suffered a brutal, heartbreaking, break up after some fantastic romantic affair. Not since John Boyd my sophomore year of High … Continue reading

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New Years Eve

Face it. New Year’s Eve is always disappointing, no matter how carefully you plan. No matter how great the dress is. How good the band is supposed to be. How many people have RSVP’d. It doesn’t matter. It is always … Continue reading

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My laundry is pink… for the THIRD time.

No, I won’t ever learn. I just checked and the water in my washing machine is pink. I did it again, my nice blue striped shirt I got in Minneapolis is going to be pink. What else did I put … Continue reading

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High Society–a must read

This evening I finished reading High Society by Ben Elton. It is a must read for all fiction and political fans out there. In it, Elton weaves together four or five stories. Each person is somehow involved in the war … Continue reading

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my life revolves around

Tea with honey, a box of tissues, lots of water, orange juice, and cold medicine. I still have my traditional christmas cold, yeah me. I feel better after I’ve been up an hour or so–the sore throat goes away, but … Continue reading

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Halfway down the stairs.

Halfway down the stairs Is a stair where I sit: There isn’t any other stair quite like it. I’m not at the bottom, I’m not at the top: So this is the stair where I always stop. Halfway up the … Continue reading

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