Awkward Laughter

Because most things in life are humorous, even when they shouldn't be


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When to Say When: 30:30 Somethings

As a child, I possessed a food-o-graphic memory.

food-o-graphic memory
/fo͞od ōˌgrafik ˈmem(ə)rē/
noun
The ability to remember the contents of your kitchen cabinets and refrigerator in explicit detail. Continue reading

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Family Traditions: 30 30-Somethings

“What are you looking at you, green-eyed heifer, you?”

That’s what my father asked me. He’d said similar things to my sisters but swapped green-eyed for blue-eyed, brown-eyed or the all-encompassing big-eyed heifer.

He conveyed those words with such loving affection that my sisters and I didn’t realize, until way too late in life, that he was actually calling us cows. Continue reading


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Take the Leap: 30 30-Somethings

(Editor’s note: The original version of this post was published in error. I am extremely sorry if you read that incoherent rough draft or received this post in duplicate. You can read my explanation in “My Apologies for Errant Blog Post.”)

I established myself as a bit of risk taker early in life. At age three, I stood in my new swim teacher’s back yard gazing at his pool. I could barely control my excitement about my first swimming lesson.

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Thin Mints


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What’s Your Sweakness?

Yep! I just made up that word, a cross between sweet and weakness. Indulge me.

I’m not really a sweet-tooth person. I prefer savory foods any day. That said, I do have a handful of “sweaknesses.” One rears it’s ugly head every March thanks to those darn Girl Scout cookies.
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Kim and Peter


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Falling in Love at 4 Years Old

Cooties, schmooties. From birth, I thought boys were fantastic!

To my four-year-old girl friends who thought otherwise…well, I don’t understand your reluctance. Boys were awesome! (Unless you were gay. Then I completely understand, though I didn’t at the time.)

Peter was my first boyfriend. It was a pre-school kind of infatuation – the kind most would quickly dismiss. But not I.

He was the Goldar to my Silvar (a bad but popular 1970s’ reference to Space Giants).

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An Exercise in Discipline

Ok. True confessions time. My motivation for creating this blog comes from the fact that I can be a slacker (not to be confused with being lazy, which I’m not…most days).

But I am undisciplined, sometimes, even about things that I profess to love. In this case, writing.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to “be a writer.” That began in 1st grade with my first, simple, published work, “All about Spring.”


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