Category: humor
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Little City Love Story

Yesterday during a girls’ brunch that I’m refusing to call “Galentine’s brunch,” we were asked: “What is the funniest, weirdest, or most interesting Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had?” The first one that came to mind is the one I alluded to in a recent Motif article, about the Scotsman in a Red Fez. And since…
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A Writer’s Secret Santa: Most Amazing Gift Ever

In May of 2017 I began leading a writing workshop within the Providence Writers Guild, a group that had been meeting for years, and we needed a name to differentiate ourselves from the original group. Since we meet on Tuesdays, we decided to call ourselves The Tuesday Tipplers. (We intended to incorporate the word “writer/writing”…
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Getting a Greek Tattoo

I knew before I boarded the plane for Greece this year that I wanted to get a tattoo, but it wasn’t until a week into my trip that I knew what I wanted to get: a quote from Seferis, the Greek poet who was exiled from his home for 28 years. His quote is this:…
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Good Things Come To Those Who….

(wait for it…) Yes, wait. The saying is true. Good things are happening and I think it’s time for my blog to get a facelift. I’m sensing a change—not just my address or current country (although that will be changing soon enough), but in the energy of the universe. This will be the summer of…
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An Evening with David Sedaris

I became a fan of David Sedaris a decade ago, when I was in graduate school and my then-boyfriend introduced me to him. “I think you’ll like this guy,” he said. “He’s funny.” And he handed me a stack of David Sedaris books. David–whom I’m on a first name basis with now that we’ve had…
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I’ve Been Ruined by New England Winters

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who grew up in a land far, far away called New Mexico (close to, but not identical to, Old Mexico), and she loved the sun. She grew up under the sun. She understood that tanning beds were unnecessary: laying in one’s backyard with SPF and a…
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Five Truly Scary Realizations About Being 30

I blinked, and suddenly it was October 31st, Halloween, and the first year I can remember in which I’ve not dressed up or attended a single party. This has always been one of my favorite holidays…I guess you can say it’s like a part of me has died*. So as I sit here in pajamas at 8:30 p.m. on…
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The Donkey Bridge

The Donkey Bridge Otherwise titled: Something That Isn’t Depressing I realize my last few blogs have been a touch on the melancholic side, and I suppose that’s because nothing is funny when you know you have to leave Thassos. Even thinking about the possibility of leaving makes a person stare deep into the distant nothing…

