In which Deb Kristina has too much stuff

As Independence Day has just passed, I’ve been thinking about independence from stuff. Three years ago, we moved into this house in a rush. We’d been renting the back half of a lady’s house and with our then three-year-old, it seemed frightfully small. So we rushed out of that apartment as quickly as possible and threw our possessions into the house in every nook and cranny. Also, we had saved…

Monday, July 6, 2009
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A letter to myself, circa 1990, by Deb Katie

Dear Katie, Oh, Katie, Katie, Katie. There are a lot of things I could tell you but won’t, because as tempting as it would be to give you all the lottery numbers and sports scores, that would change a lot of things that I’d just as soon not change. Instead, I’ll just tell you that, yes, this is definitely your awkward stage. And yes, you will grow out of it….

Tuesday, June 30, 2009
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In which Deb Kristina tells her college self to lighten up already

Dear Kris, Stop taking yourself so seriously. No really. Stop it. Look, I know you feel like everything you do now will reverberate down through the decades and color your entire life, but guess what? You’re going to have babies and do other cool things that have nothing to do with the fact you slept through introductory geology on Friday morning. Believe me. I oughta know. See, that fiasco the…

Monday, June 29, 2009
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You probably had to be there, by Deb Katie

The problem with telling “LMAO” stories is that, 99.9% of the time, you had to be there. For instance, here are three incidents that had me crying with laughter: * The time in college when my roommate, who sucked at swallowing pills, tried to swallow one and came running down the hall gagging on it. Employing my lightning-fast (though misguided) reflexes, I leapt from my desk into the hallway, where…

Tuesday, June 23, 2009
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The screeching brakes of hindsight, by Deb Katie

I went to film school in Tallahassee, Florida. Not exactly a hotbed of film industry activity. In fact, the film school was pretty self-aware about that. In order to give us a few months’ jump on all of the other matriculating film school students across the country, they assigned us an additional summer’s-worth of classes and kicked us out the door in December of what would be our senior year….

Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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In which Deb Kristina turns her tassel

Here I am, in 1996, minutes after graduating from Michigan State University. I’d been trying to find my family – this was before everyone had a cell phone to track each other down, we had to actually search – and when I spotted them, I came running and struck a pose: Ta da! I did it! That’s my soon-to-be husband, there, laughing at my goofball joy. I look like something…

Monday, May 18, 2009
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In which Deb Kristina pops the clutch

Ultimately, my mother couldn’t teach me to drive. I can still hear the “clack” of her ring smacking into the door frame as she grabbed on for dear life through the open window of the family Mazda. So. It was all up to Dad. When I managed to pass muster on the Mazda, it was time for my own car. I ended up with a 1984 Chevy Cavalier, like this…

Monday, December 8, 2008
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In which Deb Kristina gives up a political career

I ran for office, once. As far as I know, I only got one vote. Mine. It was for class secretary in eighth grade. Middle school already being arguably one of the most miserable times in any kid’s life, especially that of a distinctly unpopular kid like me, it’s unfathomable why I put myself through this. (I wonder now if my parents knew this would be a debacle. Did they…

Monday, November 3, 2008
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A sweet summer day anytime I want one, by Deb Kristina

There are “sweetest days” that loom large on the marquee of a life. Wedding days, days children are born, days of heady professional success. For me, there’s one sweetest day I can still summon up to slow down my heart rate and quiet my mind when the world cranks up the volume on my anxiety tape. It wasn’t a big day, nor was it amazing. But it sure was sweet….

Monday, October 13, 2008
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Backward, turn backward, oh Time in thy flight… by Deb Katie

(This week’s theme is “Back to School.” I never was much of a first day of school junkie, so I thought I’d turn it on its head a little.) I’m hopelessly nostalgic. It’s pretty sad. I can even make myself nostalgic for the present. In college, I used to walk across the campus and notice the way the brick buildings cut into the deep blue of the sky and think,…

Tuesday, September 9, 2008
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