The Stanley Saga: Part II

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It’s time for another Stanley installment. As most of you know, this past spring I was asked by my friend Lisa if I would allow a little guy named Flat Stanley to join me on my trip to Ireland so that he would have all kinds of information to share with her son Cairo’s kindergarten class upon his return. At first I couldn’t have been more excited, however after a couple of days with this terror, spent trying to thwart his awkward sexual advances and keep up with his healthy Read More…

Whooty Girl Rectified

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I’ve noticed as I get older I struggle with technology more. I work with a number of women in their early to mid-twenties who, on a fairly regular basis, roll their eyes at one another and sigh in exasperation when attempting to explain to me how hashtags on Instagram work. I get that it’s a complicated field to keep up with. However a recent situation with my father made me realize that my parent’s generation is out of control and they need help. When I posted my Whooty Girl Gone article a Read More…

Whooty Girl Gone

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I started to notice a couple of years ago that I can’t dance anymore. It was really bothering me so I mentioned it to my brother and he laughed. I was so relieved. “I know, that’s ridiculous right?” I responded. At which point he told me he was laughing because I ever thought I could dance in the first place. Then I was horrified. Naturally I started barking at him all of the very specific times and places that I had been grinded on over the years as he walked out Read More…

How To NOT Live Every Day Like It’s Your Last

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I’m sure most of you are familiar with the saying “live every day like it’s your last”. We see it embroidered on pillows or posted on Facebook with inspirational photos by the same idiots who tell us to dance like no one is watching and something about the number of moments that take your breath away. At least twice a week I get a similar email from a well meaning friend or relative that includes a heavily recycled message meant to be uplifting in some way or another. I love Read More…