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“You might want to brace yourself,” my husband said, handing me a small pleather portfolio and shaking off the day’s rain.
He shook his…
You want to know who sent the roses, am I right?
The significance of the roses was easy. I was —
Sorry. Give me a minute…
“You,” my husband said, gazing at me over the mail, “are never dull.”
He passed me a letter from that afternoon’s mail delivery, addressed…
So, January didn’t just bring a new year.
It brought a new diagnosis for Willie.
Alzheimer’s disease.
I was stunned. I couldn’t…
I haven’t slept in days.
It started with our security alarm, triggered at one o’clock in the morning.
The alarm system texted me…
I’m bingeing The Bear.
And I have eyeballs with nerves connected to my brain. So I’m somewhat bewitched by Jeremy Allen White.
I…
So there I was, streaming Moonlighting in all its Bruce Willis glory.
There was a scene in Moonlighting that, well — it didn’t change my…
Twenty years ago, I was flying from Denver to Telluride, Colorado.
It was a small plane. Buddy Holly planes, I call them. I could see…
I had two days until I left to visit my daughter’s college in Florida.
It was time to prepare.
As in, time to watch…
It’s time to put a period on The Dork Series.
Or an apostrophe, am I right, guys? An apostrophe!
Ahem. Anyway.
I have spent…
I’m calling these last few weeks of columns The Dork Series.
Apostrophe love. Bad dancing.
If I told you about the history courses I…
It all started with an article in The Guardian.
The headline read “Hampshire villagers bring street’s apostrophe catastrophe to a full stop.”
I clicked…
I’ve been up to something on Sunday mornings.
Besides, you know, bombarding you with words.
It began two months ago.
But its roots go…
I want to talk to you about cupping.
Relax. It’s not a sex thing.
I think my editors would shut that down faster than…
The tax return saga hurtles on.
Working with Willie, I was finally — gloriously, spectacularly — able to access her online IRS account.
And discovered Willie was…
When we left Willie, she hadn’t filed tax returns since 2017.
Willie and I tried — with an utter lack of success — to access Willie…
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