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World, my mother has a blog called Shmata Boro where she occasionally shares stories from our lives. She sometimes refers to me there using the cryptic code name “Middle Child.” Before she thinks to mention it, I’d like to come out as a [notorious] former bed-wetter, nose-picker, tattle-tale, and cry-baby. It is also true that [...] 
(All images used with permission. Photography by Mike Groves.) You may remember me. Short hair, bumpy face, vacant stare, used to blog occasionally? Sounding familiar? Things got a little messy in February. See, my boyfriend directs the university opera, and this year’s production was Strauss’ Die Fledermaus. The stage manager had to back out at [...] 
(A flashback to 8:55 PM, June 8. Year unknown, but I’d guess 2007.)
(Photo by Jaume Ventura. Image source)
A few days ago, I saw the most beautiful scene; two friends, who clearly hadn’t seen each other in a very long time, were reunited. She was startled [...] 
Last month, I read Marriage, a History: from Obedience to Intimacy, or How Love Conquered Marriage by Stephanie Coontz. Spiffy title, eh? The book’s even better!
I will not attempt to summarize this book. For one thing, it’s over 400 pages long, and them pages is dense. (Not like those 20 large-print-words-per-page [...] 
I have long loved this old Peggy Orenstein post, and I’m tempted to reference it almost daily.
It was only a matter of time before I read Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Front Lines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture. I enjoyed the first edition mightily (haven’t seen the 2012 [...] 
(Image source) Mama Said: Once many many years ago our Bishop stopped me in the multi-purpose room to say “Sister W-, you always look so radiant and lovely.” This shocked me right out of my manners and I am shamed to say I blurted out, “Lovely?? You should see me at home in [...] 
( A flashback to October 27, 2008. Nothing like a good parable for a Sunday morning, eh?)
(“You gosh darn heathens! I’ve got half a mind to let you all drown THAT’S RIGHT I SAID IT.”) I don’t have a car. For me, getting to Wal-Mart requires at least three hours and [...] 
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In conversation, I refer to Ian as my “boyfriend,” despite the fact that he’s well past boyhood and our relationship is more than friendly. Manfriend? “Lover” might be more accurate (if soppy), but I’d be afraid to say it in most social settings. Should we resurrect POSSLQ? [...]
(At the end of a long day, it’s nice to throw off your clothes, drop your scythe, and lounge on a mountaintop alter with your peacock. Image source.) The very best thing about blogging is getting to know fantastic people. On November 11, 2006, I posted the following words to [...] 
(Source of these delightful images) Back in November, I started doing something I’ve meant to do for a long, long time. Changing my underwear. No, that’s ridiculous; the underwear has to want to change. What I REALLY started: self-defense classes. Specifically, a combination of Krav Maga and [...] |
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