Do these jeans make my butt look fat?

No, honey, your butt is just fat, it’s not the jeans, trust me! No woman in her right mind should ever ask her man that question. And no man who values his masculinity would ever give that answer. I never ask, and my honey never answers. I know I need to lose a few –…

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Who gave me all of this crap?

Have you ever wondered about those gifts from the song “The 12 Days of Christmas”? And since the lines repeat, does that mean that on Day 1, the lover gave a Partridge in a Pear Tree, and on Day 2, gave Two Turtle Doves and yet another Partridge in a Pear Tree, etc, etc, ad…

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Sex is power?

Note – I am posting this as part of a little journey of self – certain  “issues”, which shall, for now, stay silent, have prompted me to not only look at my past, but to actually question the why of it. Call it growing up – finally. My first (consensual) sexual encounters were of the…

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Educating Roxy…

The process of divorce has taught me some rather significant lessons about myself – some of them, I’m still not too sure how to process and fully integrate into my life while others felt like putting on an old comfortable shoe – it just fits. Learning about myself as a "feminist" is one of those…

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Duluth will never be the same….

Anyone who knows, and I mean really knows, any of my immediate family (including Yours Truly here) and especially anyone who has ever seen us all together, knows that we’re a rather, ah… interesting group of people. Add to that equation a bit of alcohol and you might be in for a rollicking good time,…

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California Burning

Yep – I’m in the middle of it. Our home is safe, we’re not really that close to any danger areas – but we’ve got fires going on three sides of us. While we’re not threatened, the air is horrible. I have friends and coworkers who don’t know yet if their homes still stand. Several…

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I love you Mom!

July 8, 1938 – October 21, 2007 Only a few days ago, I sat in this very chair, writing about accepting the aging of my mother, about how tough it was to look at her and realize she was suddenly “old”. Today, I mourn. The call came right after I got home from the dog…

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Never go to bed with a wet head…

Saturday morning – I’ve got plans with the kids. I stumble out of bed, take one look in the mirror and realize it’s going to take longer than usual to get ready. I’m normally a 30-minutes from bed to door kinda gal. Not today! I made the mistake of showering late last night and going…

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