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As the New Year approaches I've been reflecting on the nature of dating and the often devastating effect it plays in the lives of so many individuals.
Can I tell you a secret? I've used a food bank. I was a single working mom. My daughter was young and I was struggling to make ends meet.
Sixty is 60. A third grader can tell you that 60 is not 40. Think we could just honor that reality? At 60 I can tell you
I've heard the term white privilege tossed around many times since but I've never really "got it" until today. I guess I haven't needed to. Or maybe I did.
Every headache is a potential brain tumor and each new freckle might be malignant melanoma -- this is how my brain works. I don't run to the doctor over every ache and bump but I'm quick to climb the crazy tree with my good friend 'what-if.'
I'm not shy and I don't hate people ... let me just put that out there. But I am a card-carrying introvert. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Introverts don't have introvert cards ... mostly because that would involve having to take extra steps to talk to extra people. Just no.
If I had to give you a list of my favorite badass '80s metal bands, Mötley Crüe would be number one. I'd seen them live twice. Man, I miss the late '80s and early '90s when rockers with crazy long hair and leopard print spandex tights were cool. All bad things must come to an end.
I hate my muffin top. Don't give me some sappy line about the top being the best part of the muffin. I hate that little roll that reminds me that I'm probably being stubborn and I might need to go a size up in my jeans ... that little extra piece of flesh that is evidence that I like mini Snickers bars. A lot.
There are five things that you could do in the '70s that you could never, ever get away with today because they are so despicable, at least to "p.c." police, they would have you arrested and Child Protective Services would take your children away... probably.
My husband and I have been together for eight years, plenty long enough to drop the "best behavior" act. It is human nature to let the people who know us best see us at our worst, so daily interaction with my husband is pretty much unfiltered. If I'm annoyed with him (or just annoyed, period) I'm pretty quick to let that annoyance creep in to my tone of voice.