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Thursday July 28, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basAbove: Nora at her graduationI was in middle school when Lisa Kudrow and Mira Sorvino made me long for my 10-year high school reunion. I had yet to learn the humiliation that comes in the form of the school’s toothless janitor removing your padlock from your locker with the jaws of life and scolding you for forgetting your combination before you even got halfway through your first day of ninth...
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Wednesday July 20, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basI grew up in an advertising family, which some may think raised me to be impervious to the influence of marketing. But au contraire, mes amies. I am highly susceptible to the sway of infomercials, commercials, print advertisements and billboards alike, but glitter of celebrity holds a special power over me.
Sometimes the results are an improvement, like when I ask myself "What Would Carolyn...
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Wednesday July 13, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basEvery time I think I’ve reached the end the the internet, that I’ve uncovered every treasure that the computer web can possibly hold, that I’m ready to unplug and live off the grid in a rustically charming cabin with my imaginary children River and Forest, I change my mind. Usually because my Dad starts sharing his pearls of wisdom as Facebook status updates (I wish the whole world could be...
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Thursday June 30, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basSometimes, a truly horrible dating story arises. One for the record books. One that is blogged and tweeted and Facebooked and shared over drinks and water cooler trips and exchanges with total strangers who all agree that the man in question is the pits. Yeah that's right, I said "the pits."
Guys like this were the topic of much conversation during my brother's wedding reception. What?!...
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Thursday June 23, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basI’m getting a new sister on Saturday. Not because my parents finally gave into years of begging (while I’m no doctor, I think the baby train left the station a few years ago) but because my older brother decided he was ready to give his long-time girlfriend a new last name.
I’m lucky to have a life filled with great relationship role-models, from my kooky-but-adorably-Odd-Couple parents to...
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Thursday June 16, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas...And other questions that come up during instant messenger conversations.
I’m what some people would describe as intense. I’m a girl who wants the gold star on top of her paper, even when the paper in question is really a client presentation I built in PowerPoint, or a friendship, or a cake I’ve baked just because (this example has never happened).
Simply put: I’m a girl with...
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Tuesday June 7, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas...Or, my kids will never have internet access and other curmudgeonly things I’ve said this week.
It’s graduation season. And you know why I know that? Because I have a Facebook account. And on that Facebook account, I am friends with high school students. And do you know what that means? It means that the young children I babysat during my emotionally fragile teenage years are now old enough...
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Thursday June 2, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basThis past Monday, I stopped by my parents house to ransack their refrigerator and steal books from my father’s collection surprise them with my presence like the thoughtful, caring and above-average lady they raised me to be. And, like the thoughtful, caring and above-average parents they are, they had a little surprise waiting for me: a giant realty sign declaring that the house I grew up...
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Tuesday May 24, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus bas....Or, what I learned from falling on my face in front of 250 people.
I’m of the school of thought that being in someone’s wedding party is an agreement that involves your complete subservience through the planning and execution of the wedding. They want you to buy a teal, turtleneck-maxi dress that costs $500? Done. They want you to shave an eyebrow to help disguise the groom’s partial...
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Tuesday May 17, 2011
Pour lire cet article en français, voir plus basAs of this weekend, I was a bachelorette party semi-virgin, meaning that the only other bachelorette party I attended was when I was 21 and served as my sister’s Maid of Honor (if you use the term loosely).
I threw her what I vaguely remember to be a bachelorette party that ended with the two of us turning up our noses at the wedding-dress-friendly crudité her lovely friend had stocked the...
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