Rainy Day Writing

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Tag Archives: Health and Beauty

I’m off to the East Coast tomorrow to visit family. I haven’t seen them in two years, and I’m especially happy to be spending time with my only sister. It sucks, big suck, living so far away. In honor of the journey, I’m sharing an essay I wrote about the last trip I made to …

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Groucho Marx and My Mediterranean Ancestors

Back in 1968, I was the Groucho Marx of ten year olds. I have the school picture to prove it. I had very thick eyebrows. They weren’t dark like Groucho’s, PTL for small miracles, but they were heavy. I also had some facial hair issues that sprouted up around that time, thanks to the glories …

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Weighty Issues: I Surrender, Bring out The White Flags. (Better make em black, white makes me look fat.)

One day, a couple decades ago,  I looked down at my thighs and realized I had cellulite on the FRONT of my thighs. SAY IT ISN’T SO! I freaked out. I was getting close to forty by then, and I didn’t take it sitting down. I worked out harder, did more squats and walked the …

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Beauty and Pain

“Shut up. BEAUTY IS PAIN!” my sister yelled at me. It was meant to be funny and it was. Sort of. She was helping me dye my hair. I was complaining that shit was getting in my eyes as she rinsed my hair in the kitchen sink. There was no sympathy there, just a sharp …

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To Half and Half Not and Other Quirky Behaviors

I’m embarrassed by the idea of some studly young trauma center intern sewing up my hairy leg. Please God, let it be the shaved one.

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Weight a Minute, Don’t Lie to Me or You Will Die-t!

It will taste so scrumptious when you sprinkle on a few herbs and black pepper, but no salt, what are you an idiot?

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Fat Dog, Fat Mommy: The Shameful Truth

we switched to a high quality slightly less expensive chicken and rice food with one of those wholesome sounding names–Whole Earth Farms or some other such nonsense. It sounded nice. Of course we knew it was not produced on a dog friendly hippy commune farm in sunny California, but most likely in a dog food plant in the industrial section of some mid-western town, hopefully NOT named Flint, but it sounded nice.

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