September 2022

In “The Firm”, John Grisham’s phenomenally successful early ‘90s book about a young lawyer who unwittingly took a job with a law firm owned by the mafia, there was a part near the end where the protagonist, Mitch McDeere, and his wife were hiding from both the FBI and mob...

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  • September 30, 2022
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I came home kinda late last night, like around 6:30 PM, to find both my daughters wearing princess costumes. This would probably be surprising to most people, but I didn’t bat an eye; my kids are always dressed up. I don’t know where they get this desire from, and I...

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  • September 22, 2022

Evi recently instituted a new policy wherein both our kids are graded on their behavior via a color-based system. There’s a letter paper-sized magnet on our refrigerator with horizontal color bars, the middle one being green (I think? I’m not getting up to go look) and as you go down...

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  • September 21, 2022

It’s annoying for me to look at this blog and see that the last post was on 9/6. That’s only 13 days ago, but it’s starting to look abandoned, like so many hundreds of thousands of forgotten blogs, gathering dust on the Internet. I swear I won’t allow that to...

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  • September 19, 2022
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Sometime around late 2005, my sister Lori and I were over at our parents’ house, minding our own business, when out of nowhere Mom attacked us with pictures from her and Dad’s Carnival cruise. There was no way out. The only choice was to endure; telling ourselves it will all...

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  • September 6, 2022
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Sometimes, I feel like an imposter. Like I’m not a writer at all; I’m a pretender, a charlatan, a fraud. There’s actually a name for this: Imposter Syndrome. When writing an essay, nine times out of ten, by the time I get to the part when I’m about to hit...

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  • September 3, 2022
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