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Oh the joys of being single!  The crazy nights out, the boys flocking to you and throwing themselves at your feet, the endless evenings devoted to eating string cheese and sweet potatoes in your underwear while watching episodes of The View on your DVR. (Did you see Whoopi’s shoes Friday? Amazing.) Last night, for the first… Read more »

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These are unnatural times. Part of this is the fact that the natural human instinct toward wisdom, which has been guiding us since the relighting of the Dark Ages, is now being constantly blocked and thwarted by corporate efficiency (a.k.a. greed), political correctness, and assertions of spirituality (or, as they say where I come from… Read more »

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When I’m alone in the water, I have plenty of time to talk to my-self.  Today I’m rapt in reverent silence as I excite the fact I am the grandson of persons who did not graduate high school. I call their names: Elsie, Willie Louis, Tissie, Bud, Mae and lament their absence from where I fondly recall them being.  Their… Read more »

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Because of my job, people tend to send me a lot of links to Sex and the City-related tidbits, and recently there’s been a flurry of press regarding The Carrie Diaries, the supposed SATC prequel that may run on the CW.  I have no attachment to such a prequel; due to my utter disgust with… Read more »

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Carrubea Festival happens every Thursday in the commercial section of San Nicolaas, Aruba.   These days bring brass bands and liqueurs from Surinam, singers and cocaine from Venezuela, dancers and costumes from Curacao and the only occasions I’ve had to meet the friend, a man, I internally refer to as Rat Row.  I estimate his years… Read more »

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You’d think I have an ownership stake in the New York Giants based on the joy and affection I derive from and convey for the team. I love playing catch with a football, and miss playing tackle football every day but I have a more complex role as a devoted parishioner in the Church of Mara. I stunk… Read more »

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It was hard to know how much we were supposed to work. We were freelance writers; we had no office and no boss and no dependable means of support. ⁓Claire Dederer, author of Poser: My Life in Twenty-Three Yoga Poses   Before Harry, the freelance lifestyle was pretty great. Ross and I traveled the world—Australia,… Read more »