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Dorothy dusts off her dancin’ shoes
Ceiling fans churned the thick air. Wisps of cigarette smoke filtered through open windows. The setting sun danced between the trees, giving the large room a faint rosy light. There I was. My daughter...
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There are no rules
“I don’t understand what the rules are,” I told my therapist the other day. We were talking about my recent dip into the dating market. “I don’t think there are any rules,” he said. “And that’s really...
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Honey-filled Prayers
He lined up three jars of honey on the table. “Pick which one you want, then I’ll tell you which is my favorite,” he said. The honey was from various regions across the country. I unscrewed the lid on...
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Blips on the Radar
I’m laughing at God a little today. On one hand, God places Chef Man in my path. Hot, successful, atheist, normie. Wears expensive suits. Opens car doors. Texts me a picture of his wheely-dealy, then...
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Hiking with God
“Beautiful day for a walk in the woods. Wanna join me?” I text Chef Man before Mass. “I’ll see what I can do,” he replied within seconds. A couple hours later, after exchanging several more texts, he...
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Ginger, The Professor and Mary Ann
I guess there really isn’t the Professor or Mary Ann in this tale, but there is definitely Ginger — the root kind, not the movie star kind. Clever title, though, isn’t it? Chef Man made me breakfast on...
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I am not a wife
For the first time in 21 1/2 years, I am not a wife. Chef Man has labeled me as someone he is “seeing.” He uses the plural pronouns when talks: us, we, ours. He calls me “Love,” but hasn’t said THE...
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My Higher Power is a short Spanish gentleman
I go through dream phases. At times, I wake up and remember nothing of my nighttime synapses. Then, there are other times when my dream life dances like a mega-plex movie theater, flashing scenes on...
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Life Turns on a Dime
It was a quiet Sunday morning. The Kids were at The Wizard’s. I sat at the kitchen counter, still in my PJ’s, a cup of coffee in hand, checking email and goofing around on that time-eating social media...
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A Case of the Lonelies
So, here I am. Dorothy. A writer. An alcoholic. A lover of life and all things amazing and fantastic. Unless… I’m lonely. Then, the world just sucks. The last few days I have battled a nasty case of...
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