The Purple Lady by Deb Jennifer

When I was growing up, I was convinced there was a ghost named Virgil living our attic.  I drew pictures of him.  He had straight dark hair and a full beard.  Virgil was as real to me and my own brother.   We’d hear thumps and bumps from the attic and I’d say, “That’s just old Virgil.”  The door to the attic was in my bedroom and sometimes, at night, when…

Wednesday, November 1, 2006
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Reading is Fundamental by Deb Eileen

One summer when I was a small kid our library held a reading program. In an effort to encourage wee readers they created a “treasure map” and for each book read you received a sticker. If you filled in the entire map you earned a gift certificate for McDonalds. Nothing like artery clogging food to inspire you to feed your mind.

Friday, October 27, 2006
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“The Time Has Come,” The Wall Man Said by Deb Jennifer

This past week, instead of writing, I’ve been dealing with contractors — the retaining wall beside our house has fallen in and our roof is leaking.   The guy building our new wall — and it is a beautiful wall — is fascinated with the fact that I’m a writer.   He says he wants to write a book.  Instead of working on my new book, I stand out in the cold…

Wednesday, October 25, 2006
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Exercise Addiction By Spandex-ed Deb Anna

My name is Anna and I am an exercise addict. In terms of addictions, it could be worse – I should know, because I have all of them. (I have what they call an addictive personality.) With exercise, however, I’m not planning to get into recovery. See, considering the fact that I’m also addicted to chocolate (an obsession I seem to share with my fellow Deb Mia), my need to…

Saturday, October 21, 2006
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The Earthquake Chocolate Relief Fund by Deb Mia

This just out: if you can make it through a 6.7 earthquake (including a 5.8 aftershock and some), then you are entitled to some chocolate. Or, at least, to write off-topic. “The hairy thing that lurks under my bed” suddenly seems harmless when compared with your entire house rocking and rolling like nobody’s business. “The hairy thing that lurks under my bed” could be a science project gone bad, a…

Thursday, October 19, 2006
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An Unfoodie Thanksgiving by Deb Tish

My name is Tish Cohen and I am an Unfoodie. I am completely devoid of culinary instincts and can practically guarantee that no one in Canada messed up yesterday’s Thanksgiving dinner worse than I did. Should you, too, be an Unfoodie wishing to muck up a family occasion of your very own, read on.   To really blow it big time, it’s best to ignore your Foodie sister’s plea for a farm-fresh turkey…

Tuesday, October 10, 2006
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Karma Car by Deb Anna

I was thrilled when, at the age of 16, I was given a white Volvo sedan, one of my dad’s company cars, to drive — thrilled mostly because my other option was an ages-old Hyundai, a sort of puke-colored thing that always reminded me of a Flinstones-type of car with two running feet in lieu of an engine. The Volvo was reliable, a cool color, and, people often reminded me,…

Monday, October 2, 2006
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Toes in the Sand by Deb Kristy

I’m sitting here on St. George, a tiny island off the coast of northwest Florida, feeling lethargic and yet sort of cute in my new pink bikini with a little skull and crossbones on the bum. There is nobody else on this beach except for my husband, who is dozing silently beside me, the smile on his face only slightly faded by sleep. The warm water of the Gulf of…

Saturday, September 30, 2006
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Travel Ham by Debutante Eileen

Travelers fall into two different categories: a) Planners b) Anti-planners My Dad is a planner.  Family vacations were undertaken with the same level of care as the Allied Invasion, although it’s an unfair comparison as General Patton had far more support staff. My Dad was stuck with my mom and me. During family vacations we woke with the sun, there was a lot to see. If my mom or I complained my…

Friday, September 29, 2006
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What I Did On My Summer Vacation by Debutante Mia

Now I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve been doing pretty well these past couple of decades without Disneyland. This is not meant as a criticism in ANY way to those who you who frequent the 160+ acre playground/fantasyland/shopping mall, but I’m just saying that planning a trip to said place takes, well, a lot of work, even if your in-laws are picking up the tab. It…

Thursday, September 28, 2006
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