Displaced. Dysfunctional. Discombobulated.
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I used to be terrified of flying. They used to have to pump me up with tranquilizers to get me on the airplane. Just the very thought of being in a tin can flinging itself all of those miles above the ground seemed very wrong to me. My mother used to [...]
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It never feels like the right time to start a diet. There’s always something going on that it seems wiser to wait until after before getting started on the obsessive deprivation — I mean, healthy portion control. Sometimes, there’s just so much going on that you just have to dive in and hope [...]
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I had a bit of a meltdown yesterday afternoon when my mother phoned. She practically started the conversation with “You know what you should do; you should take some classes at night at the local university.” Well, I’d pretty much had it with everyone in my life telling me what I should be [...]
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What: The discombobulated inner-monologue of a single, thirty-something, displaced Southerner in small town New England.
Where: Maine
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