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Stop me before I buy another gadget. Unlike a lot of women, I don’t accumulate dozens of pairs of unworn shoes. I don’t have a closet full of clothes that still bear tags. Only a small percentage of the books on my shelves are still unread. But if you look in my tool box—I mean my tool closet—you’ll …[MORE] Call me a Druid. Call me a pagan. Call me a tree hugger. I don’t care. I love trees. I don’t just mean that I enjoy looking at trees, or that I appreciate all they contribute to the health and well‑being of our world. I don’t just mean I enjoy their shade or the cool breezes they send my way. I mean that …[MORE] As I said previously, I recently switched from a satellite dish to digital television. Once the transition was complete, I called the satellite service to cancel my two-year-old subscription. During that time I’ve paid every bill on time and in full, so I would consider myself a good customer. When I ordered the cancellation, the customer …[MORE] Are you considering a switch to digital television? Have you done so already? Are you as annoyed with the whole thing as some of the rest of us are? A few months ago, I switched my service to digital. I wasn’t even planning to do that, but some sweet little pixie knocked on my door and outlined a …[MORE] When I made a list of things I was thankful for in November, I failed to include living in Houston. I’ll admit that Houston summers can be brutal. The heat and humidity combine in a way that threatens to melt the human body into a puddle of fat, salt and sweat. I don’t like Houston …[MORE] If you’re looking for New Year’s resolutions, you’ve come to the wrong place. I’ve never been one to make New Year’s resolutions. It has always seemed to me to be a self‑imposed exercise in failure, frustration and futility. After all, most resolutions boil down to one theme: I will no longer be the person I am, but …[MORE] The holidays brought me a break in an otherwise hectic schedule. I have two weeks of empty calendar and I’m going to try to make the most of it. My plan is to bravely address my Room of Shame. You know the Room of Shame. In fact, according to my friend Gayle, who is a professional organizer, …[MORE] This is a writing exercise, done in response to the prompt “Not wearing it”. They think I am a child. They think I can’t possibly understand the intricacies of politics or the machinations of intrigue. They think that in time I will come to appreciate all the benefits of palace life and embrace the role I was …[MORE] Red Keds. At the age of five, I discovered pride of ownership in a new pair of red Keds. I can still see them in my mind. Our house was being reroofed at the time, and men were up on the housetop pulling up the old shingles and tossing them down into the yard for later cleanup. As …[MORE] |
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