thematically fickle

Like most of the women I know, I am sufficiently offended by John McCain’s choice for Vice President. I’ve spent the weekend purposefully not reading the commentary that is surely flooding the Internets and I doubt that I’m adding anything new or insightful to the conversation here. But adding it I am, because I have [...]

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While dragging my luggage up the main street of a London suburb last month, I noticed something sticking to the backs of my thighs. To my horror, that something was my ass. With each step, I felt the bottom of my bottom alternately peel away and then suction itself back against my legs. It was [...]

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I woke up this morning in what I like to refer to as Soap Star Mode. Just like Hope Brady coming out of a coma, I had a smile on my face, last night’s lipstick matted on my lips, all my makeup in tact, hair full and bouncy with just enough muss to it. [...]

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Only robbers and gypsies say that one must never return where one has once been. -Kierkegaard
As I stood in the travel store watching Ruby thumb through a book on India, followed by one on Japan and yet another on Myanmar, it occurred to me as it often does before I travel, that there are so [...]

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Me (whispered into his ear): Baby? You awake?
Him: …
Me: Honey? (Kiss, kiss…kisskisskiss on his stubbly cheek) Are you sleeping? I need to ask you a quick question. Very important.
Him: Mmmmm…I was sorta sleepin’…what’s up?
Me (Kiss, kiss): Did you remember to bring home that black sweater for me from work?
Him: Yup.
Me: REALLY?!
Him: Already washed. Laying flat [...]

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Did you know that the hypothalmus regulates (among other things) breathing and sexual satisfaction? Maybe that’s why, even when my man has a horrendous cold that causes fatigue, a sore throat and congestion so severe that breathing is difficult even when he’s laying perfectly motionless, he still wants to “bury his face in [my] ass.” [...]

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I could stay home, put on my jammers, curl up with a glass of wine and begin to hash through my backed-up reading pile:

Or I could do a few more bicep curls, swallow down some of what she’s having, slip into my little black dress and go out dancing:

Hmmm…

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