Tag: celebration
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: happy anniversary to me :
Me! Got that? Me, the whirly girl, Queen of All I Survey. Today marks the third anniversary of my Very Great and Momentous Bicycle Crash. On this date in 2016, I, valiantly and without thought for my personal safety, sped straight into a concrete wall and suffered many grave and critical injuries in the process:…
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: independence? we got your independence :
There, how’s that? We aren’t a bunch of lemmings. Most of us have spines and functioning brain stems. We’re rational and we’re lucid, we think for ourselves. Sideshow Don doesn’t speak for us; the GOP doesn’t speak for us; the Russians don’t speak for us. Best of all, we’re perfectly capable of competing on a…
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: do not go gentle :
Yep, I ripped off the poetry of Dylan Thomas to rage against the dying of the light. In other words, to rage against autumn. It stinks. Labor Day, as we all know, is the death knell for summer. Can someone please explain why that’s an occasion to celebrate? What is wrong with people? We shouldn’t…
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: the day I became a firework :
It was, appropriately enough, exactly one year ago: Independence Day, 2016. I set off a dazzling display the likes of which I’d never before seen — stars and colors and kabooms — simply by crashing my bike into a tunnel wall. The sudden impact of head meeting concrete triggered a private Big Bang event you…
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: happy father’s day, mom :
Technically, I have a father. Sperm donor is more suitable, but that term raises questions and requires some explaining, so father it is. My parents, you see, divorced when I was 13 and I barely noticed. My dad hadn’t figured very prominently in my day-to-day, because he had other priorities. Important things like golf, work,…
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