Suprise Me
Does It Count If You Make It Early?
Prompted By Resolutions
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Oh, How I Miss Manners
Prompted By Manners
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The full description of the CWP program included an interesting reference to one of the takeaways from the course, something called “Trigger Finger Etiquette”. NO, NO, NO, that’s not “manners”.
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Melting (Soup) Pot
Prompted By What We Ate
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Melting (Soup) Pot One afternoon taking a break between chores I stopped for lunch at the 2nd Ave Deli, one of my favorite eastside haunts. After a leisurely meal I was waiting on line to pay my tab when I overheard the following conversation at the take-out counter: Young Asian woman: “What soup do…
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The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
Prompted By My Real Estate Story
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The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe Most New Yorkers have either a good or a bad real estate story. Here’s mine and it’s a happy one! We moved into our 2 BR, 2 BATH, RIV VU upper eastside apartment when our son was less than a year old. We loved our building, our local…
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Only My Hairdresser Knows for Sure
Prompted By Haircuts
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Only My Hairdresser Knows for Sure Oops, now everybody knows for sure! Retroflash / 6 Words – Dana Susan Lehrman
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No Way to Say Goodbye, part three
Prompted By Final Farewell
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As an adult, I have given public final farewells for three important people in my life: my father, my mother, and my ex-husband.
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Senior Moments
Prompted By Senior Moments
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I look back along the gently curving corridor of my life...
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The Lost Art of Customer Service
Prompted By Customer Service
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As sexist as it is, I do miss the old Marshall Field’s mantra, “Give the lady what she wants.”
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Humanity’s Laugh Track Since Before Punchlines Were Invented
Prompted By Comedy
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Ah, comedy. The universal language of amusement, the oil that keeps the gears of social interaction turning smoothly (except when it throws monkey wrenches into those gears, but that’s part of the fun, right?). Laughter has been echoing through caves and amphitheaters since well before punchlines were even a twinkle in some early human’s eyes.…
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A Whiter Shade of Pale
Prompted By Summer of Love
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1967. The Summer of Love was the summer between my junior and senior years of high school. I was going to turn sixteen at the end of August — which meant that I had been claiming to be sixteen for months. I thought I was very sophisticated and wise. Retrospect readers may have already seen…
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