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As a side gig, I write articles for a local magazine. As much as I enjoy it, it's like exercise: the hardest part is getting started. I'll sometimes spend hours--yes, hours--agonizing over the title. The computer screen never looks blanker than when I stare at it waiting for inspiration. It isn't that I don't know... Continue Reading →

Time machines

My ex used a lot of aphorisms. (I could have written "sayings," but I thought "aphorisms" would make me sound smarter.) Although I've tried to forget many of them, one will sometimes pop into my head when the situation is right. Scurrying to work this morning, I was putting increasing pressure on my gas pedal... Continue Reading →

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