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Karma, Karma, Karma Coming to Getcha
For those of you all who don’t know, I work in customer service. Which is highly ironic because I HATE people/humanity on a bone deep level. But in my case, I am more in charge of investigating reported issues for validity, before providing a resolution, which I do in fact, love.
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Excuse Me, Mansplainer
I was going to write a poem to mark the occasion. It would have been titled: Ode to the Mansplainer, and it was going to be epic. I had the whole opus worked out in my head, as I composed it in the shower. However, like all things fleeting, the words washed out of my hair right down the drain so I had forgotten it all by the time I was toweling myself dry. Sigh.
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Downsized Expectations – Cooking and the Post-Pandemic Meltdown
Pandemic cooking was all the rage during the quarantine. According to my library checkouts I hopped on the bandwagon. Yet not one loaf of banana bread was baked in this home.
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Pandemic Graduation – Surprise, the Ex is Still an Asshole
My youngest son has graduated high school. Thanks to COVID-19 the graduation ceremony was first cancelled, then postponed, then it evolved into this weird drive-thru event at a race track.
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Life After Divorce, 2555 Days Later
Is it really to have a life after divorce? It seems to be elusive. According to a recent article I read, it is impossible. Let's review the evidence.
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