basket case

I had a boyfriend when I was 15 who liked me enough to be very afraid of my dad.

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easy on the warpaint, girls

I was at a garden party up north in early September and it was, frighteningly, all women.

Large groups of women can be a good thing, a really good thing. Or a bad and scary thing.

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making sense

Seeing pictures you never saw, after someone has gone, is disarming. And heartwarming.

I found this picture on my daughter’s bulletin board this week.

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