Confession: I am not much of a Black Friday shopper. My purchases of the day totaled one large plastic sled, two gas candle lighters, one sympathy card, and one bottle of dish soap. My friend bought a couch. She is a sweet old lady, this friend, and I am starting to forget that the first time […]
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Confession: I have extremely archaic ideas about male behavior. I know they are archaic, but I hold to them stubbornly nonetheless. ***** I stood in line at a busy supermarket, a cartful of groceries in front of me, my sister-in-law in line behind me. We stood there, chatting and waiting, comparing bargains. Waiting longer. Chatting
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Confession: I don’t have an answer to the question. Sometimes I think I don’t even know the question. To any of you who felt jerked around in this story—“Where is this girl at, anyway? First this and then that–” Remember there’s a reason. I’m feeling jerked around too. I like to imagine, in my fonder
Confession: I recently broke my year-long Walmart fast. On purpose. I woke up one morning and said “Today is the day.” I got on my shoes and my courage, drove to Walmart, and bought these items: Two pairs of black dress pants Two Oxford shirts Three leather belts Two votive candles I made this purchase
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Ah. More information has been discovered about our test-tube stores. Store A is the largest store in town, and nine times out of ten offers the lowest prices. Store A is open 24 hours a day, seven days a week. Handy! The aisles are clean, the workers efficient. Store A extends forgiving return policies, matches
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Question: Do you think where to shop is an ethical matter? Example— Store A sells a dozen eggs for 99 cents. Store B sells an identical dozen for $1.49. Should I consider any factor besides price and proximity when I make my purchase? What do you think?
Oh my word. I think that came out wrong. I meantasay, shopping for *gifts* for guys. ***** Confession: I think men are impossibly difficult to buy gifts for. I don’t understand this about myself. I love giving gifts. I love selecting gifts. I love brainstorming gifts. But when holiday time rolls around for my husband,
Change comes slowly, and is shy of being quantified. It took a lot of time, a lot of living, just to heal. My depression is seasonal, but it was getting worse. I wasn’t getting back my zest for life in between. In the summer times I didn’t ponder taking my life, but I would always
There and back again Read More »
I am in the middle of a story about my experience with seasonal depression. Begin at the beginning right here. ***** Heading into winter 2010-2011, I tried hard to keep things upbeat. I meant to use my lamp. I really did. But I didn’t start until I crashed into a black weekend—Thanksgiving. I tried fitting
Confession: I’m tired. And lazy. These days I would cheerfully sell all I have and give to the poor, whether or not I gained treasure in heaven. All I ask of life is lots of sleep and a leisurely cup of coffee when I awake. But what a lovely week I had! Highlights: Seeing Jean