I realized there is nothing very hard about cooking as long as you follow the recipe (and don't pick a recipe with too many steps).
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Suprise Me
Cheeseburger in Paradise
Prompted By Learning To Cook
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I realized there is nothing very hard about cooking as long as you follow the recipe (and don't pick a recipe with too many steps).
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Making A Fashion Statement When On Holiday
Prompted By Vacations
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By the time I got back to sunny California I was dressed like someone who was colorblind and had been given a gift certificate to a goodwill clothing store that was going out of business.
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A Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall
Prompted By Cold War Coping
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At my elementary school, which I attended from 1956 to 1962, we never hid under our desks or heard the phrase “duck and cover.” We had our own fallout shelter to protect us from the Russians. The school was a large building, three stories plus a basement, which took up (in my memory at least)…
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Expats in London: Summer of ’74
Prompted By Watergate
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Nixon's address would go down at 3:00 in the morning, London time. But this was history and we were not going to miss it.
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Scariest halloween ever — 3.0
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...the woman ascending has never visited the devil.
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Saying Kaddish
Prompted By Faith
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The words roll off my tongue despite years of disuse, their rhythm like music, like chant; like Ginsberg, like Dylan.
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A Donkey On The Edge
Prompted By Short Fuse
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A Donkey On The Edge Okay let’s talk short fuses. Not the kind that light your Marlboro cigarettes on the Fourth of July (although, hey, if you do you – then boo hoo for you.). I’m talking about the human variety, the folks who walk around with tempers simmering just below the surface, like…
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Takin’ It To The Streets
Prompted By Protests
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Marching with thousands of other people, chanting "This is what democracy looks like!" at the top of our lungs, felt great!
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How We Like Our Eggs
Prompted By Grandparents & Grandchildren
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The skin on my grandmother’s hands was paper thin. It’s what I remember most about her. She also had piercing brown eyes and a way of clamping her lips together that signaled her disapproval. She wasn’t a warm and affectionate sort of grandmother. Not at all. She was more of a “my way or the…
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I’ve Gotta Get a Message to You
Prompted By Letter to My Younger Self
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I wasn't going to write, because I thought you had it pretty well together, and you wouldn't listen to my advice anyway.
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