I grew up with a dog; an apricot poodle named Count Bouche IV (that was his given name and we never thought to change it). ...
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Singing into hair brushes and bopping like nobody’s watching… you all did that …didn’t you? Well I was certainly no exception. Oh how I flourished ...
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CHUMMY AT A DISTANCE My husband enthusiastically decided that this social distancing thing has provided him with a new antidote for nighttime behavior. He claims ...
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My career as a dancer was a most significant chapter in my life…probably more like a book, a bunch of sequels and an addendum*. And ...
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I remember the first boy who liked me. Larry. And I know he liked me because he pulled my hair and chased me around the ...
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NO, I am not headed to a funeral. YES, I do wear black – a lot – thanks for noticing. I am a very happy, ...
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Beyond the geographically desirable (and seemingly attainable) boys I wrote about in my diary – there were others I yearned for. And by others... I ...
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It has been pointed out that I am in constant 'hum'. At times I am cognizant of said hum, but mostly it makes its appearance ...
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I had cancer. I was squished, prodded, zapped, poked, sliced and diced. My first diagnosis was met with varying degrees of shock, fear, pragmatic acceptance ...
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These are the questions often asked of me... ARE YOU STILL DANCING? "Yes, on Monday nights from 6:00-7:30 and in my kitchen the remainder of ...
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