Mary Lamphere
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Seems everyone’s jumping on the blog-wagon. Right now, this minute, there are almost 200 million blog sites on the internet. It’s crazy, really, to think that so many people have so many things to say. I know, I should talk– I’m one of them! I stumbled onto my blog site trying to post a comment…
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Today’s blog is a glimpse into how my word-brain works. Please note that if you, too, were in 7th grade in 1979, you are probably of the generation that was taught some of the following language is offensive. Consider yourself warned. I remember being in the 7th grade and coming home from school one day…
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A few weeks ago, I forgot my phone at home when I left for a four day conference. FOUR DAYS. You know I didn’t mean to do that. You know our cell phones are now an extension of our bodies. You know when you don’t have it, you feel discombobulated– like something is off. You feel naked,…
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My biggest complaint right this minute is broken fingernails. I’ve been trying to grow my nails out, to get them all even, so I could get a no-chip manicure that will cost me thirty-five dollars, only last two weeks because that’s what nails do, they grow, then I’ll be irritated that I have to go…
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I’m in with the “In” crowd I go where the “In” crowd goes I’m in with the “In” crowd And I know what the “In” crowd knows Sure, my friends and I are smart and cool and tons of fun, but in this case, “In” is short for Institute, as in the UW-Madison Writers’ Institute. This year’s…
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I consider myself pretty low maintenance. I get my hair cut maybe twice a year. And usually only on impulse. I decided to get a haircut Friday. Seemed like a good idea, I could use a trim, it’d been several months, and I do have the Institute to prepare for this weekend. As I was pulling into the salon…
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Now, to me, is the beginning of the new year. If you live someplace like California, it’s really easy to make a resolution to begin your year in January with an anticipatory to-do list. Hangover aside, the first day of YOUR new year is probably warm and sunny, lending itself to keeping those resolutions. But…
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I think it’s funny how people my age, and I mean exactly my age, are offended when I reference myself as fifty. I’m not fifty, I’m forty-eight, but really, at this point, what’s the difference? Two years! I’m told in squeaky voices of denial. So, I’m not fifty. But I’m still getting old. I’ve been…
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As we were sitting at the table last week reading papers, discussing world politics and planning our TGIWednesday, Dave asked me, “Do you want to know the bad news now?” A million horrible thoughts exploded in my head. Anyone with knowledge of what we’ve been going through for the past year and a half has to…
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