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...you make it so hard for me to move on. Why did you put this woman's feet on backwards? Step away from the Photoshop...

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Shift your eyes a few inches to the right and look at my calendar, for sale on Zazzle. Big Places, U.S.A.--some of my photos of places where you can take a deep breath. I wish Zazzle didn't price things quite so high but since it cost me nothing but time to put it up there, it's worth a shot. It's not just a calendar ... it's a place to rest your eyes and busy mind. And it's made with love.Happy

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In a not unusual occurrence these days, I reported a story (this one was for the Dallas Morning News) but ever-shrinking space in newspapers meant it never saw ink. Which is particularly ironic in regards to the back story on doing that story, which involved a weekend getaway with friends and my car broken down on a country road. I went to see, Jen Yates, who writes the ever-brilliant Cake

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I learned so much while working with Audette Rackley, of The Center for BrainHealth on the book I Can Still Laugh: Stories of Inspiration and Hope from Individuals Living with Alzheimer's. The 13 individuals with dementia whom we profiled, and their caregivers, were warm and friendly, smart and determined, open-hearted and unforgettable.The book profiles members of the Stark Club, an intervention

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Today is release day for the latest anthology to which I contributed. Here, I get to say what I never got to say to a former friend who dumped me.If you're interested, I also contributed to this anthology, compiled by the same editor:Ah heck, let's go for broke. I'm in this, too:So start that holiday shopping early!

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Here's a new post for you, though it's an old story.I've been thinking about this short story, written when I was in my 20s, because of the story about which I wrote this blog post, for The Introvert's Corner, my Psychology Today blog. Life imitates fiction. Like the character in this story, the author of Spiral Jetta thought she would find romance and poetry in a roadside bar but ended up

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I don't know when I first published this. I do know that we got a new DVD player and are free of that damn remote.----Today’s topic for discussion is design.Not cool design. Bad design. Specifically, bad industrial design—the kind of design that makes you aware of design, since unless industrial design is intrusive, we barely notice it.I will start with bad design as it relates to my morning

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It's kinda like the old you, minus accessories. Not so exciting, really.It's been a long time since I mocked Dillard's. But this one touched my heart.

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First published November 15, 2007--A friend sent me a video clip of The Beatles singing "‘Til There Was You" (quick--what Broadway musical is that song from?) and it got me thinking about a live performance of "This Boy" we have on a Beatles documentary. The first time I watched it, I melted right off the couch. A young friend was visiting at the time and laughed at me and at my very special

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First published 5/9/07If only I’d known then how cool my life was, I’d have taken better notes.I kept a diary every night from the time I was 12 years old until I was 28. I’ve been rereading my diaries from the 1970s, when I was a teenager in New York City. While many of the entries are hilarious in the way of adolescent profundities and trauma, they also are a microcosm of a time and place.Some

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Originally posted September 29, 2006----“It’s like you have a sign on you that says, ‘Tell me about it,’” Tom marveled.Something about me attracts people with way too much to say. I went to a new hairdresser yesterday. He was a lovely young man who did a great job on my hair. However, his monologue started the minute I sat in his chair and didn’t stop until I fled the salon two and a half hours

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Please check out my latest story on World Hum, titled The Bucket and the Cup. It's all about how India kicked my traveling ass.

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This one dates to May 2007. I still like it.I am so charmed by this little story of band geeks in love that I had to share.I’m not sure what my favorite part is. That they were first and second chair oboists in their high school concert band. That their first date was dinner at ZuZu and their second was a lecture about Stravinsky (and Kiira, both times, had to be the pursuer). That Barry wowed

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Because three blogs aren't enough...I'm now blogging about introversion on the Psychology Today website. Please visit, comment, make me look good!The Introverts Corner.

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My first few years of blogging were on MySpace which, I realize, has become so annoying and impossible to navigate, that those posts have become essentially inaccessible. So I have decided, for my own entertainment and yours, to go back through my MySpace blog archives and revisit some evergreens. It's the lazy gal's blogging, but maybe it will juice me up to find more new stuff to say.We'll

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A little shameless self-promotion here ... this is a trailer for an anthology coming out October 1 in which I finally get to say something I never got to say. Other women wrote heartwarming letters to the special women in their lives, but I indulged in a final, satisfying, "fuck you" to one who did me wrong. Because that's what I needed most to say.

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Want to buy any of the road-trip songs from my Flyover America road-trip music post? Here they all are, to preview and download from Amazon.com. Amazon.com Widgets

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As many of you know, my old Flyover America gig with World Hum succumbed to the economy. But the good news is, Jenna Schnuer and I, with the addition of Matt Villano, have launched Flyover America independently.Y'all know I haven't been a good little blogger here for a while. That's because I've been two-timing you. My energy has been going into Flyover America ... and that is likely to continue,

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Where do you stand on bitching and moaning to friends?Some people staunchly refuse to gripe. I suppose that’s partly temperament. They’re all sunny-side-up 'n' shit. As an enthusiastic griper, I have trouble relating to that. It seems cockeyed to me. And when people reflexively deflect legitimate gripes with some sort of Suzy Sunshine crap, I put a little checkmark next to their names in my head:

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Howdy. Today, we’re talkin’ farm animals.We’ll start with a story I enjoyed in this morning’s paper about a couple of Vermont dairy farmers who changed what they feed their cows, thereby reducing the amount of methane their cows emit via burps. (I guess that whole cow farting thing is overplayed; according to this article, most of the gas actually comes from the front end.)Also according to this

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First, for no particular reason, here’s a totally random photo from my last trip to Oklahoma. I have a lot of photos. Might as well toss some out there from time to time.OK, so, what’s on my mind today?Well, I’ve had a semi-crappy week and I’m stressed out, so I’ve been watching this awesome interactive music video a lot. It’s a guaranteed stress reducer. Really, go watch it. Use your cursor to

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I am recently home from three weeks in New York City sorting through my late parents’ possessions with my brother. Wow. I have something to say to all you parents out there: If you have a lot of stuff, as a loving gesture to your children, get rid of some, OK? My parents had a lot of cool stuff but they also had a lot of junk. A lot. See the photo? Multiply it by an eight-room apartment. Where

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This is such a festive time of year! Sunday is Mother’s Day, which means it’s time for the parade of identical, badly dressed Dillard’s MILFS. This year, get your three moms expensive and wildly unflattering “patio dresses.” Nothing says “I love you” like a paisley tent.(Take a little walk down memory lane, through Dillard's posts past.)

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"I just stumbled on your article 'Confessions of an Introverted Traveler' and I just wanted to tell you how pleased I was to read it. I am in my second year of college and hope to travel extensively after school. I've been scouring the internet reading countless articles, blogs, personal accounts, etc about traveling and a vast majority of them speak of the great experience of meeting people

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I left my comfort zone this weekend and spent it with a bunch of hard-core birders at the Lesser Prairie Chicken Festival in Woodward, Oklahoma. Because I’m a wee bit of an idiot, I didn’t realize until I’d committed exactly how hard-core the event would be. It was the kind of event where I met people for whom seeing the prairie chickens dance was the culmination of a lifelong dream. No, really.

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