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08/30/1998 Dear Diary,  I met the remarkable Shauna Jean Malone today.  And she is remarkable.  I can even prove it, Dear Diary.  Of course she’s

After a pause Jon continues:   “Then, I won at road rage a second time.”   I’m at the market shopping for the family Friday

It’s Friday morning. I am sitting in the customer center of my local Honda dealership. There’s been a recall on our 2003 minivan’s passenger side

I arrived at the 97212 Post Office and there was no line. None. Zero. It was just me and two employees in the large, florescent-lit room. I stood

  Meanie   I wish she had been nicer. Her comments on my YouTube hurt. And, while I know her petulance made her look bad,

I’ve just intentionally triggered the “not-being-prepared” collective nightmare within a group of adults. I feel their discomfort and defensiveness upon hearing my words: Let’s review

LIFE AIN’T FOR COWARDS. GRIEF, LOSS, TRAUMAS ANDTRAGEDIES.DISAPPOINTMENT AND ANGST. SCAB OVER AND NOT FEEL?ORPICKED AT AND BLOODY? ME? I CHOOSE VOLTAIRE’S LIFEBOATVOLUNTARY BAND. “COMPTEZ

It’s cold. Erev Thanksgiving. West 77th Street, between Central Park West and Columbus Avenue, is closed off the night before tomorrow’s big parade. I’m 14

  My boy, my first born, turns thirteen on Monday. We will have a coming of age ceremony for him this weekend.   He will

Sabbath.   It’s late summer, Friday night dinner. Annie is at a birthday party. Just Jane, our 12-year old boy, and me. We sit on

Spiritual Exercise   Make a self-portrait on an index card, a piece of paper, etc. *** I’m going to assume that you did a drawing, although

Being loved  I thought it was going to be a much rougher day for Emmett than it was. I guess it proves that you can’t