Author Archives: B.

About B.

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International Women’s Day

For International Women’s Day, I celebrate my two talented and incredible daughters. May you know your power, your place in the world, and your place in my heart. Now go defy the patriarchy by living a meaningful life on YOUR … Continue reading

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The Tao of Will

Dear Blog, Hello, my friend, I haven’t completely forgotten about you! Like roses and bears and wood frogs (oh, my!), I’ve been hibernating this winter.  I’ve holed up in the safety & comfort of my den, snuggling my pup, communing … Continue reading

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Reflection

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“Things that keep me up at night for $1000, Alex.”

I was born in a small town in Texas in 1968. JFK was already gone, Camelot dismantled, and Richard Millhouse Nixon was on the fast track to becoming the 37th president of the United States of America. Martin Luther King Jr … Continue reading

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Quarter Century

Dear Robyn, On this day twenty-five years ago you pushed your way into the world and captured my heart. In typical fashion, you were in a hurry. So much so that we almost didn’t make it to the hospital in … Continue reading

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Random Thought of the Day #4

Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs: It may just be hunger talking… but I’m pretty sure all this can be accomplished with a really great breakfast taco.

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Better Late Than Never

Hello, 2018! Let’s be friends. I haven’t always gotten along with your predecessors, but I’ve got a good feeling about me and you. That said, here’s what I’ve learned about friendship through the years: the key to satisfaction is lowered … Continue reading

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Dark Side of the Moon

Everything I see in the media lately is terrible or sad. Or both. Police shooting citizens for no real reason, kids bullied, California burning, women harassed, molesters vying for Senate, explosions/murders/pain/loss/suffering. And oh yeah – the president. It’s depressing to … Continue reading

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Queen’s Gambit

I wrote about this elsewhere, but it bears repeating: I have been a fan of Al Franken since the dawn of time. From his SNL days to Rush Limbaugh Is a Big Fat Idiot, to his Air America talk radio … Continue reading

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Tis the Season

You know what’s near the top of the list of things that suck when your child is dead and there’s not a god damn thing you can do about it?  

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Paris is Always a Good Idea

Dear Paris, Thank you for hosting us the week of Thanksgiving. Your city is as beautiful as its history is storied. Your pastries are flaky and your Foie gras is creamy, and everything is served with an attention to detail … Continue reading

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À Coeur Vaillant Rien D’Impossible

Nothing is impossible to a willing heart. I will love without fear and trust without hesitation. I will laugh more than I cry. I’ll count my blessings frequently and tally my losses far less often. I’ll either lose weight or … Continue reading

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Fortune Favors the Bold

Why are fortune cookies so boring? If you’re giving me a stale cookie in a noisy cellophane wrapper, at least make it entertaining, snarky, or both. Ideas: This cookie looks a like a mini vagina — bon appétit! You have a … Continue reading

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They Say The Neon Lights Are Bright

We saw our first Broadway musical in 2014 (Chicago, in case you’re curious) and I was instantly hooked. As a huge fan of musical movies and TV shows, it wasn’t much of a leap for me. Since then I’ve been … Continue reading

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Crime & Punishment

When I was a child, my father beat me with a fat black leather belt. My crimes ranged from wetting the bed at age four or five (earliest memory) ~ to not cleaning my room well enough ~ to not … Continue reading

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Forty-Five

You might be Donald Trump IF: Your domestic policy is a turgid, half-baked mess, and your foreign policy consists of a four-way circle jerk between you, Russia, Israel, and the Saudis. You decry peaceful protests of racism while going out … Continue reading

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The Edge of Seventeen

Dear Sydney, Tomorrow you are seventeen. How is that even possible? When I close my eyes and conjure your image, it’s baby-you I see. From the coppery-red whisps of hair (proof positive my Irish blood runs in your veins) to … Continue reading

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Random Thought of the Day #3

So sick of all the bullshit hipster restaurant double-speak. I refuse to eat at a place with ‘fusion’ in its name or tolerate people who drone on about how they really like to dine in local bistros featuring free-range, farmer-friendly, … Continue reading

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Eschrichtius Robustus

Dear Jim, We danced together on the March equinox Do you remember? We were free of pretense, free of pain Fearlessly optimistic – wild and unrestrained In the beginning, you had me, and I had you (I always knew) Then … Continue reading

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Sword of Damocles

Some days you feel as if you are Pandora’s Box itself. All the sorrows of the world reside within you. All the hate and fear and bile and shame – straining against your edges and scratching grooves into the smooth … Continue reading

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