I’ve always been such a wannabe. It’s totally disgusting and I’m often filled with self-loathing because of it. Twenty years ago, my ex and I went down the vegetarian path. It was a time of crystals and past-life regression therapy and hands-off chiropractic where one’s aura was manipulated and one’s insurance company charged. At home, […]
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This year, Susan and I spent Thanksgiving–the week before and a few days after–in the Bay area (as I write this, we’re actually still here, staying with friends in their gorgeous house on Lily Street, with Audrey, their small-space-creature-Italian-Greyhound); we were staying for most of the time in a rose-bedecked cottage in Mill Valley, which […]
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