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Those of you so inclined, send a prayer or a condolence card to the manager of my apartment complex. She just sat through fifteen minutes of me ranting about last night. It wasn’t her fault, it was beyond her control, she apologized beautifully and promised me reimbursement for my flowers, and I was still so…

The blood oranges have again appeared at my grocery store. This is nearly a month earlier than their first appearance last year, and I dare to hope that this means that this year’s season will be longer. The Socialist has been indulging my addiction, and has purchased several dozen blood oranges for me already. I…

I like DD, but I dislike this apparent need some diarists have to prove that “so and so” is really “such and such”. Who cares, people? You like it? Read it. You don’t like it? Don’t go back. I assure you, a hit meter that shows you were the only person in your diary for…

I left the door to the bedroom open Christmas Eve. I did it for a stupid reason, but I couldn’t help myself. It has to do with some of my earliest Christmas memories. For years, when I was a child, my mother used to read the same story to my younger sister and me every…

Reading my first comments, I had to pause to rethink my stance. I find it really hasn’t shifted. Yes, the transplantation mix-up in North Carolina was a horrid mistake. Yes, a young girl may suffer severe repercussions such as paralysis and brain damage, and possibly even death. Yes, someone lost a chance at a set…