Author: Calamity Jane
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A Day in the Garden
Last weekend, after the Meltdown of the one before, was a very consciously constructed vacation for your truly. During the Meltdown, I finally asked for specific, regular, predetermined time every week. My Man’s always available on the weekends, but I somehow don’t take as much time for myself as I need unless those three qualifications…
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Chocolate: Cures What Ails Ya
As you know, I have been mourning the loss of my oven. Or rather, the loss of my ability to turn it on, what with the 24/7 too fucking hot. I’ve been dreaming up these chocolate-tooth cures for awhile, and finally got down to business. It’s not like it was hard. Little could be easier,…
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Behind Every Great Woman
What ever happened with My Man’s summer work, anyway? You might ask. He got a job working for an attorney named Joel Waltzer, who heads up pretty much the only authentic environmental firm in town (for those of y’all unawares as I would have been, most “environmental” lawyers work for BP, or some such bullshit.…
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Staking Our Claim, Learning to Ask
Wow, you ladies really did yourselves justice with all those heartfelt comments. I wanted to respond to every one, but it’s that or write another post with my few moments. So, like a true posting junkie, here I go. I surely didn’t mean that we should feel guilty for carving out our own place. A…
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Keeping it Real and a Recipe for Playdough
In keeping with my general theme of authentic at all costs, I really had better clarify that yesterday’s post did not come out of a place of Sweetness. Isn’t it always easier to find words for what you want to be, when you are in fact straying farthest from the path? To be truthful, I…
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