Weekend Wanderer
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Weekend Wanderer: Do I Exist?
I remember how disturbed I felt reading Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. The eponymous characters felt so untethered. With no real idea of why they were…
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Weekend Wanderer: Is That Where the Antlers Go?
If you’ve been with me for a minute or two, you’ll know my husband is quite outdoorsy. And that I am not. I don’t know how, but it works. Maybe because he’s been in the woods…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Watched “A Man on the Inside”
“I need you to watch A Man on the Inside,” my best friend texted me. “I feel like it’s Willie.” Now, I take any recommendation she sends me. She did,…
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Weekend Wanderer: I’m Filthy
We agreed we’d talk about showering with a broken arm. Well, we agreed I’d talk, you’d read. Yes, we did. Let’s just get something — as Aaron Sorkin might say — out on…
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Weekend Wanderer: Two Christmases
Like most of us, I assume, I sometimes snuck into bed with my parents as a kid, after a nightmare or ghost story I couldn’t shake. I also…
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Weekend Wanderer: The Rules of a Broken Arm
There is so much wisdom to be gained from a broken arm. Refrain from breaking your arm chief among that wisdom. I’m going to impart some of…
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Weekend Wanderer: I’m a Terrible Patient
I was in the doctor’s office, struggling to process the orthopedic surgeon’s declaration. “I need surgery?” I said. “Well, yes,” he said. “Without surgery, that…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Watched the Jonas Brothers’ Christmas Movie
So there I was, stuck on the sofa for a few days after surgery to repair that broken arm. Which I have just so much…
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Weekend Wanderer: Complications of Our Dog’s Illness
Humphrey is a bad, bad boy. And I never should have tempted fate with my jabs at the universe. Humphrey was scheduled for removal on…
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Weekend Wanderer: Our Dog Has a Weird Growth
So, I flirted with the universe’s algorithm for disaster last week with full knowledge of two things. One, it’s November. And we all know how…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Deleted My TBR
Now, I know you often ask yourself, while reading my little column here, how much tragedy can one person experience in a few years’ time? …
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Weekend Wanderer: Money Is the Root of All … Friendship?
Willie explains to me — often — how she spends her day. See, Willie hates her apartment. The apartment I picked out for her after…
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Weekend Wanderer: The Annual Halloween Story
We have an October tradition in this space. Near Halloween, I tell you an eerie story. You get scared. We call it a day. These…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Took the Keys, Part Two
So, we’re on the phone with the Temple of Doom, who assures us nobody is hurt. “Not too badly,” they said. In the eternity before…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Took the Keys, Part One
It’s time to tell you why I took Willie’s car keys. Let’s program the DeLorean to take us back a few years. OK. Flux capacitor…
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Weekend Wanderer: A Manicure Leads to a Terrible Revelation
No good deed goes unpunished. This is, perhaps, one of the tritest expressions in the English language. But there is a reason some expressions are…
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Weekend Wanderer: It Is Not, in Fact, Dinnertime
There was a long day this summer in which I functioned as co-pilot while my son drove an hour and a half to his camp…
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Weekend Wanderer: A Like Mind in an Odd Place
In one month, my parental caregiving enters its 10th year. Being uncomfortably sandwiched between kids and parents, I’ve been in a doctor’s office once or…
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