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Party Like It’s 1997

I might be biased by the fact that I was a very impressionable twelve years old, but 1997 was a true golden age of music. The world gave us so many hits that year: Chumbawamba’s Tubthumping, the Verve’s Bittersweet Symphony … Continue reading

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Ghosts of Bloggers Past

Have you ever been ghosted? No, I’m not talking about throwing romantic ceramics with Swayze, may he rest in peace. And I’m not talking about use of this emoji, which is the only proper way to punctuate the phrase “I’m … Continue reading

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20/18 Vision

Alright folks, it’s time to talk about New Year’s Resolutions! But wait — you may be asking yourself — isn’t it a little late to be setting 2018 goals? I mean, the presents have been opened, the tree’s been untrimmed … Continue reading

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Excuse Me: I’m Streaking Here

I’ve googled A WHOLE LOT of things this year, from presidential lines of succession to alpha-dog behaviors to whether a human and bear can ever truly be friends (spoiler alert: they can’t.) But the thing I’ve surely asked the internet … Continue reading

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Streaking in a Winter Wonderland

As the excruciatingly painful Frozen “short” being forced upon innocent movie-goers before Pixar’s lovely feature film Coco tells us, it’s the time of year for traditions. Whether your family’s traditions involve eating fruitcake or baking cookies or pounding tallboys at … Continue reading

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Thank You Kindly

As is my tradition post-turkey coma, I spent the Thanksgiving weekend thinking about all the things I’m grateful for. I’m thankful for my family and friends’ good health. I’m thankful for a loving first year of marriage. I’m thankful shy … Continue reading

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Shoe In

I’ve just done something so unlike me I’ll probably end up on some kind of FBI watch list. No, I didn’t eat a head of celery. No, I didn’t adopt a cat. No, I didn’t give Lucille the night off … Continue reading

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