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I’ve told a few of you, but for what it’s worth, if you get the request in to me by end of day tomorrow, I’ll do the interview questions for you. After that, if you want to participate, then wait until one of my interviewees posts their answers and ask them to do it. If…

That’s all the room we now have for title display in the most recently updated list on DD’s homepage. I’ll have to keep that in mind, since I like titles that either fit completely, or cut off at a critical word, leaving people anticipatory or misled. A cheap trick I know, but paid authors do…

Funny you should ask that. I was fifteen, once, enough years ago that I wince when I calculate back that far. Two-thirds of a lifetime ago, I was fifteen. Age fourteen was my perfect year. That was the year I was editor of the school newspaper, I was in accelerated math and English courses, was…

We went down to center city to meet the Socialist’s aunt and uncle for dinner. We ended up eating at a nearby Chinese restaurant on the edge of Chinatown. I did this with some trepidations, since Chinese meals tend to be loaded with sodium, but I figured I could order steamed vegetables on white rice….

five six eight Seven’s out there too, somewhere. So’s nine. I just can’t be arsed to find them. A lot has happened in ten years. They no longer give heparin to cardiac patients. Synthetic heparinoids are all the rage now. No allergic reactions to those. I was one of the first patients to get a…

I love the phrase “shining my flashlight on the moon”. It mixes equal measures of futility and hope, and yet it’s the hope that wins out. Shining My Flashlight On The Moon © 1997 Christine Lavin Just a trace of gold in the leaves today there’s just a touch of grey in my hair the…