Tag: Humor
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“Do not go gentle into that good night…”
“I think they’re trying to cancel the Enlightenment!”
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Look Out, G*D–We’re About to Give Thanks
G*D, I just want to apologize in advance for the annual torrent of “thanks” you’re about to hear from some of us, Your most privileged. Just between You and me, some of these “prayers of thanksgiving” just rub me the wrong way. I don’t know how You stand it. There are so many ways that…
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It’s All Side Hustles Now
Photo by Lost Co on Unsplash How I finally learned what I am If you live long enough, and change jobs and careers enough, and rewrite your resume often enough, it can get harder and harder to write that tricky “Profile” section with any kind of clarity or grace. Eventually, you have to re-write it for every…
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Why Madwomen Seem So Nice
Image by Stefan Kellar on Pixabay But you have no idea Today I mastered a tempest. But to the 20-something clerk at the clinic check-in desk, I was just another incoherent lady who thought she was vaguely entitled to special treatment for reasons that weren’t very clear. I had a 10 a.m. neurologist appointment that I’d made…
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Expect Nothing
Photo by Gisela Merkuur on Pixabay And look for miracles I was 16, a brand-new driver, casually over-confident behind the wheel. And that night, I was driving my Volkswagen Beetle a dozen miles or so down the two-lane blacktop, between the city and the suburb where I lived. As I approached a railroad crossing, my mind was…
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What Happened When I Started Olding
Photo by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay Real life happened, that’s what It was a great day earlier this year when I decided I was done adulting and ready to start olding. With olding, you’re no longer compromising with the phony expectations of the “Real World.” Instead, you’re just grown up and ready to grow, by God. So…
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When God Is the Godfather
Image by Petikadlec on Pixabay And you’re already in debt… One beautiful day, I was headed for the Post Office on my scooter, when a huge Voice from all around stopped me in my tracks. I swear it sounded like the Voice of God, all silky-like. “Reverend Sparky. How you doing?” No one else seemed to hear…
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