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The final chapter of the quest for the Master’s Degree

Thursday, May 15, 2008

I was already late for my thesis defense when I got to the building, out of breath from the run across campus from the overfull parking garage. I caught the elevator but it went down to the basement and then, after I said “You’ve got to be fucking KIDDING ME!” under my breath but totally […]

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The Artistes much suffering domestic partner

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

I’ve just spent five minutes yelling at my husband. It didn’t really start out that way. Of course, it never is supposed to end up that way. On my drive home from school, through rain that is supposed to turn into sleet which will then turn into forty two inches of snow, I thought about […]

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Fish, bubbles, and handwritten journals

Tuesday, February 25, 2003

I have a whole little pot of Body Shop lip balm. Born Lippy, it’s called. I think that’s what I should have called my web page. It’s too long. Too wordy. Seven big ass syllables, which is a whole lot when you consider that we live in a world where everything needs to fit into […]

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