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Did the Jetsons have a jukebox? Did they ever cut the rug? Dance cheek-to-cheek? If not Jane and George, then daughter Judy, or their boy Elroy?
Mosh Pit?
Don’t ask me what prompted thoughts of Jane Jetson, mid-century visions of the future, or spontaneous fits of dancing.
But here we are, memories triggered by who knows what – [...]

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Fear of flying – not
I once convinced a tree service owner to belt me into a harness and haul me up some 80 feet into the air, so I might see what it was like. It is something I had always wanted to experience. Other than a bit of stress to the feminine regions due [...]

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Dear 2010, and the nine years that follow:
I am bracing myself. I step over the threshold to meet you with awareness of my own fragility, shadows hovering, and a crystal ball that seems to be on the fritz. My machinery is in disrepair and I am past due for a talented handy man. I am [...]

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Do you waste time? Do you feel guilty about it? Are you sure the time you consider wasted is – in fact – without use or value?
Keith, of Almighty Dad, mentioned something casually in a comment earlier this week, in reminding himself to be more present. He referred to time he wasted during the year, [...]

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When not awakened by the alarm, when no requirement to rush out into the kitchen, when no schedule slips into my morning brain as the eyes open, when I lay unmoving in my bed even for a few minutes – before hunger, before pain begins, before worries – I am aware of the light in [...]

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I have a bad habit. The fact is – I have many, but this particular bad habit is quite literally detrimental to my health. No, it isn’t smoking or drinking. It isn’t substance abuse of any sort. It’s simpler than that, and so much more complicated. I don’t pay enough attention to me.
Too busy to [...]

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He’s usually ferociously funny, and direct. But the other evening when I received an email from a writer friend, his words were meandering and unguarded.  He wrote of his relationship, his co-worker on leave, his child who was staying with the other parent for the week.
He’s a single dad. When he mentioned feeling isolated I [...]

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