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Yes, that's correct. Gorilla, not guerrilla. Guerrilla shopping would entail actual strategic planning, coordination, and goal setting. My Saturday shopping experience was anything but....
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I slid into my jeans this morning, relieved and excited that it was Casual Friday. No need to think about looking corporate. But then, as I was brushing my teeth, I realized it’s not...
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Why on earth would I willingly stand up in front of a group of total strangers and read my most personal, most revealing, most embarrassing teenage diary entries? Because it's fun. And extremely...
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Got angst? Or remember it? Live near Boston? I’ll be reading from my 8th- and 9th-grade diaries in Mortified Boston tomorrow night at 8 p.m., along with seven other cast members. Mottley...
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This morning, as part of my new job training, I went to a wound care center where people are treated for ulcers—the external kind. (Promise: I won’t be too graphic.) I always thought ulcers were...
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Sascha, my four-year-old kitty, the one who ingested dental floss a couple of months ago but only partially uningested it, was finally due for her tooth extractions last Wednesday.
I had...
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Nowhere in my career vision or personal life map did there ever appear a corporate office park and a fabric-covered cubicle. But here I am. Staring out of a plate-glass window at the gravel-topped...
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Catapulted into my first heart-pounding romance after the basketball game on February 17, 1967, I breathed Jon Seeley day and night. We exchanged passionate notes between classes (they’re...
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What could possibly be more angst-filled than seventh grade? Puberty exacting its cruel agenda: passions soaring, pimples sprouting, the wild highs, the darkest depression. Hmm. Sounds a lot...
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Among the piles of diaries I store in an huge cardboard box, perhaps my favorite is from the winter of 1967--a simple yellow spiral-bound notebook whose front and back covers are plastered...
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I turned 11 in 1965 and my life revolved around Ricky and George and Linda and Cindy. I wanted good grades, Capezios, an understanding mother, and, of course, true love. But more than that, I...
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I’ve never been one of those people who believes in that Law of Attraction thing. You know, if you wish it, it will come. It’s not that simple. We have to work at creating what we want in our...
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I just landed a great job in a bad economy. Anything can happen! I start tomorrow. It’s more of a corporate job than I’ve had in a long time, so, my recent closet-purging marathon notwithstanding, it...
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On the way home from yoga class this morning, I decided to go a different route, just for a change of scenery. Usually I go on automatic pilot and find myself pulling into my driveway without any...
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I had my first pang of cell-phone separation anxiety yesterday. Most veteran cell-phone users have probably experienced this syndrome before: I left home without my phone! What if someone calls? What...
