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Feeding Hotdogs to a Sandbox Full of Futures

We have once again hoisted the nerd flag high above our house. Len and I are scrambling to the couch each night—like it’s the front seat on a Disney ride—to watch the Ken Burns documentary, The Roosevelts. I was not a good student in high school. In fact, the history bulletin board of my brain contained only one fact about this…

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How to Start a Wildly Popular Tourist Attraction

Like most Americans, I love a road trip. And, really, how could you not? Our nation’s highways are lined with all sorts of unforgettable landmarks and tourist attractions. Historic, kitschy, educational—I don’t care. Show me a historical marker or inform me I’m just two exits and 18 miles from “Chernobyl Farm,” the world’s largest collection of mutated animals, and I will pull off the road in a…

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Standing at the Chalkboard of Hopes and Dreams

Coming out of the Trader Joe’s on Greenville Avenue in Dallas a few months back, I was treated to this sight: I love that. Before I die, I want to erect a big chalkboard like that in my front yard, so all my friends can post their aspirations and we can cheer each other on. (Though I’m guessing our neighborhood association might frown on a yard decoration like…

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New research confirms: It’s no fun to be grim.

I have an ugly secret to reveal today, and it’s a doozy: I have become grim. (And all the people who know me well are shaking their heads and saying, “You’re just NOW figuring that out?) Don’t make fun. Being grim is a serious problem! Maybe you can relate to having misplaced your whimsical side…so that now: You know your cholesterol levels, but not the song “Uptown Funk.” You can’t get past the…

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Don’t Bug Me, I’m Busy Procrastinating

There are two kinds of procrastinating: 1. Shameless—sitting in your pajamas until 3:37 in the afternoon, clicking from one adorable cat video to the next while reorganizing your wine cork collection. 2. Stealthy—rushing around (with dramatic sighs for effect) creating piles of imaginary accomplishment. I am mostly a practitioner of the latter form of putoffedness. And I am good. In…

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“Love Thy Neighbor”…and Laurie Partridge

Every Friday night in 1973, I hopped aboard an old school bus to spend time with my favorite pretend family, The Partridges. They were adventurous, spunky, talented, beautiful, and exciting (in short, everything a teenager thinks her family is not). Each episode would end with Shirley and her five precocious offspring performing on stage. I would fixate on Laurie, at her post…

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A better reaction to the people in your way

I have a friend who sends me voice memos…via text message. (I didn’t even know this was technologically possible. I guess before we know it, we’ll be able to actually see the faces of people we’re talking to on our phones?) My friend is smart, hilarious, and he has a big heart for people. So, naturally I smile whenever I see a new audio…

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Three Mensches and a Funeral

My friends used to call me, “The Jewish Mother.” I’m sure somewhere Mr. and Mrs. Finkelstein were wondering why their daughter never showed much interest in cooking and meddling, even as I stuffed my kitchen full of friends and then stuffed those friends full of food, drink, and life advice. Switched at birth? Sadly, no. This blatant stereotype is where my…

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