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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Let’s Do The Time Warp Again… By Deb Lisa Daily

The year is 1986. Every weekend my friends and I tell our parents we’re going to the midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. This buys us a pass for a few curfew bonus hours, until at least 2:30 in the morning. Sometimes we actually go. Our little group of prepsters and jocks don our garters, party hats and freakwear, sneaking rice and water guns into the theater downtown….

Wednesday, July 9, 2008
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Old Photos, Dark Chocolate, Running Shoes and Chew Toys by Deb Gail

What’s in my personal time capsule? Three photos held up by French magnetic poetry on our magnetic board (we have a magnetic board because our refrigerator is stainless). One is of my two daughters (7 and 9) and me on their first day of elementary school in Wisconsin in front of the house we lived in after we moved out of the six-week rental but before we moved into the…

Monday, July 7, 2008
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S’mores and the smell of gunpowder…

I spent many summers as a kid at my grandmother’s home on Lake Michigan. I used to feel bad for my poor parents who I assumed must be missing me on a near hourly basis. It never occurred to me at the time that perhaps they considered having me gone part of their vacation. My grandmother would house, feed, and corral me and all of my cousins (I think we’re…

Friday, July 4, 2008
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Out of Africa by Deb Jenny

I dreamt of Africa. Since I was a small child, I yearned to make it to the “dark continent” to see for myself the magic and mystery of such far reaches of the globe. How lucky I was that my brother-in-law got a job many years ago in Zaire, now the Democratic Republic of the Congo (a rather cruelly ironic name, considering how very un-democratic the country is). My husband…

Tuesday, April 15, 2008
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Love in the Time of the Perfect 10 by Deb Danielle Younge-Ullman

I was obsessed with love from an early age. I had my first little boyfriend when I was four and once I started school I fell prey to a series of crushes resulting in endless foolish behavior. These poor grade-school boys only wanted to be left alone to play kick-ball and were alternately confused and terrified by my invitations to “dinner-and-a-movie,” the perfumed love notes delivered on foot to their…

Thursday, April 3, 2008
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Sometimes It’s Easiest to Love a Doll by Deb Jenny

I’d say my first true love was my Raggedy Ann doll. In retrospect, the nice thing about falling in love with an inanimate object is that it can’t break your heart. Which is a really good thing, because just about every other true love I can think of in my life involved serious soul-sucking heartbreak, which I really don’t care for. So loving a doll is simply so much easier….

Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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Yoga Bootcamp Part 4 (in which I cleverly incorporate the continuation of the Yoga story with this week’s topic First Loves) by Deb Gail

It’s 2 a.m. (still that first night at Bootcamp) and we’ve been holding side angle bind (this is basically a lunge and a twist with one arm rotated around your waist and the other under your lunged thigh, both clasped together at the small your back) for so long that I desperately want to let go but there is this subtle pressure to do whatever Baron says, “push past the…

Monday, March 31, 2008
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Open Wide and Say Blah! by Deb Jenny

I was torn over how far back to go to dredge up a first job story. I wasn’t sure if my first job ever was what was called for, or my first real post-college job (working as a publicist for a US Senator), about which I have all sorts of great dish but alas, that probably needs to be kept to myself to avoid potential scandals at this late date….

Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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