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Shiny, Happy People (Apparently) Suck

Shiny, Happy People (Apparently) Suck

Part of my job requires me to work front of house at a theater before musical performances. While this means I am qualified to answer questions about the programming, artists, and performers, I’m usually relegated to a more important task: glorified guide to the bathroom. For the most part, I don’t mind this part of my position. After all, people are at the theater to have a good time, so it’s usually a jovial atmosphere. And I like to be…

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Slow Walks with an Old Dog

Slow Walks with an Old Dog

Our walks have been slower these days. We don’t go nearly as far, and I’m often stopped waiting ahead as he sniffs around the neighbor’s yard. He’s never been a quick dog or even an energetic dog. As a puppy, he found walking the length of the house too strenuous and would collapse in a ball of adorable fluff halfway through, looking sadly toward me as if to say, “It’s too far!” I have very few memories of him actually running….

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Back in the Spring of Things

Back in the Spring of Things

Opening Day, April 6, is just a few days away. Here in Florida, we’re wrapping up a good month of spring training. If you’re a baseball fan, come to Florida in March. You can see a bevy of teams at a variety of ballparks within a short distance of one another. Several weeks ago, during the frenzy of spring training and before the influx of travelers, my friend Emily and I spent the day at the Rays/Phillies game at Charlotte Sports Park,…

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A Whole Lot of Spending Money

A Whole Lot of Spending Money

In my previous post, you may have noticed the incredibly dusty Valentine I left for my husband on our coffee table. I swear our house is not normally this filthy. There’s a perfectly good reason for all the dirt, but unfortunately, that reason is eating into my savings account. I’m not a big spender. I certainly have my moments of weakness (usually around the holidays), but that’s more often than not the result of an irresistible sale. I’d rather hoard my money and…

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