328: I’m Putting the Blinders On
Yesterday I got a call from the appraiser wanting to set up a time to see the house, which is the linchpin of our entire refinancing effort. We have the income, the assets, the credit score to get this...
View Article316: Stop It. You Are Not Ruining Your Kids.
Today the kids are home, I have no babysitter and I still have work to do. So bring on the electronic devices. Right now my daughter is on the laptop and my son is playing some building bridges game on...
View Article314: Turn it Off
Yesterday I talked about how I need to ignore all the voices in my head (there are many, and several are not very nice). On my Facebook page, a friend commented that she too thought she should “turn...
View Article310: Why There’s a 10th Commandment
I try to be a good person. I don’t lie, cheat or steal. I sympathize and empathize and try to anticipate people’s needs. But one area where I fail pretty dramatically has to do with the 10th...
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309: Staycations Suck
Along the Freedom Trail in Boston’s North End. Ever since the economy went in the toilet, much ado has been made about the concept of the “staycation.” Take a few days off from work and vacation in...
View Article259-258: Am I Losing my La-Di-Da?
For the last month or so, I haven’t been awakened by my usual 3 a.m. panic attack. I was quite impressed by this, especially considering I still had most of the problems that incited these...
View Article203: The Reporter Becomes the Reported
For the record, I’m never going to say, “Thank God for Sandy!” But I do have to admit — some good has come out of this crisis. I feel stronger mentally. I feel stronger emotionally. My marriage has...
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177-173: What Sandy People Really Need Right Now
Last Friday I got my nails done. As I’m sitting at Sophia Wang, the manicurist massaging lotion into my hands, I exhaled. Ahh, I thought. So this is what it feels like to let it all go for just a few...
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118-114: If Patience is a Muscle, I’m Ripped
Through the power of the Internet, I found the album: “The Music Machine: Fruit of the Spirit,” which I believe was given to me by my Aunt Doris. (Here’s a belated “Thank You!”) I love the rainbow;...
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