Monthly Archives: August 2005

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We are Unitarian Jihad, and our motto is: “Sincerity is not enough.” We have heard from enough sincere people to last a lifetime already. Just because you believe it’s true doesn’t make it true. Just because your motives are pure … Continue reading →

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I got onto the elevator this morning, plugged into the pod and running about ten minutes late. I’ve mentioned in the past that I live in a building that is about 75% retirees. Well, there are certain behavioral norms that … Continue reading →

I woke up this morning with a contented, pressure-free feeling. Gentle light streamed through the slats of my mini-blinds, and the fan was on, pulling in air that smelled more like fall than summer into the room. My bed, appealingly … Continue reading →

This afternoon, after the rainstorm had exhausted itself a little, I headed over to the Nodding Head for the August Philly Bloggers Meet Up. This was my first meet up, and I was a little excited and apprehensive as I … Continue reading →

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For the last couple of years, I’ve been wanting to write a book about potlucks. I think that most people in this country can be divided into two groups, potluck people and dinner party people. I am most definitely a … Continue reading →

Tonight I ironed. It started simply, a skirt I bought during the thriftstore bonanza on Saturday had gotten washed and needed to be ironed before it could be worn. I set up the ancient but sturdy ironing board in the … Continue reading →

When I was six years old, my dad gave me bronze business card holder with my initials on it. He didn’t give it to me to propel me towards a career in business, but simply because it came free with … Continue reading →