A Thanksmas Miracle: “You Can Bring Someone With You”

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“You Can Bring Someone With You”

“Just so you know,” Skyspook’s mother says. “If you ever wanted to bring anybody else with you to Thanksmas, you’re completely welcome to. Someone either or both of you are dating.”

Just when I think I can’t love that woman any more.

We’re sitting at her kitchen table.  » Read more

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Any Particular Person: On Growing Up Catering to Difficult People

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Born with a Target on My Back

I wasn’t allowed to be particular.

Growing up, only two people in my family were allowed to be particular. One was my sister Alice. Her default state was disgust. Dismay.

Alice was nasty. Particular. And catered to. She was consulted first on where she wanted to go whenever the family went out to eat.  » Read more

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If You Ever Want to Piss Someone Off, Tell Them They’re Not Trying

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Unless what you’re trying to do is piss someone off or hurt their feelings, whatever you do, don’t tell them, “You didn’t even try.”

Because that’s not something you can possibly know.

Maybe you don’t like the results.

Maybe you’re dissatisfied.

And maybe you would have done a better job if you were in their shoes (but then again,  » Read more

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PQ 6.5 — Do I look for hidden meanings in other people’s words? Do I bury my real meaning?

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PQ 6.5 — Do I look for hidden meanings in other people’s words? Do I bury my real meaning?

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She is the most beautiful woman in the world. We’re whizzing down the road. A rural route. Trees rush by. She’s in the driver’s seat, like always. Her long black hair glints in the sun.  » Read more

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