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RIP, Larry

RIP, Larry Harvey, founder of Burning Man. Your vision, dedication, bad*ssery and ability to adapt in the face of constant change has changed my life in ways I could never imagine but of which I only dreamed. My heart has been opened; my understanding of myself, expanded; my experience of community, strengthened; and my "right to…

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My puppy!

I was planning on paying for my gas with cash. This is not a normal thing for me. I’m a debit card gal all the way. But today and minutes earlier, I'd sat in my car counting my cash on hand: I had five ones, one five, one ten and two twenties. I was ready…

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The odds

There's a story about big little things I've been wanting to tell. It's about my dad and one of his peculiarities with which I had a hard time during his years on earth. And it's a story with such an odd little ending that it is simply beyond coincidence. I didn't have any motivation to tell…

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A life, my father’s

Well, how do you like them apples? After an afternoon peppered with beyond-frustrating experiences trying to get my deceased father's Verizon accounts squared up (including numerous calls that ended up in voicemail-option loophole-hell, being shuttled around to who knows how many people at Verizon, and being told that some mystery account can't be accessed unless…

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One more day

I've come to understand I'm a seasonal person, and I have a seasonal personality. Today, as I attempt to keep at bay a fatigue that's making me want to buckle at the knees, I remembered that it's February 1st, the last day before February 2 and a time many cultures/peoples celebrate as the beginning of spring. I…

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Supported

Incredibly weepy this morning when I was helping my mom put up her Christmas tree today. Not like I have lots of sweet, easily recalled, Hollywood-like memories of my dad at Christmas. (My dad  was around though not very present.) It was more like a visceral deepening of the understanding that Never Again Will I…

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