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Of piety, and professors past and present

May 3. Day 307.

“Let me guess. You’re the church going type. You came right from church.”

This is was instead of hello, from the old man manning the CD table at an estate sale I visited this morning.

“Oh, really. What makes you think I’m the pious type?” I replied, mock snarky. “The CDs I chose, or [...]

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Want me to take your picture?

April 20. Day 294.

Nice has a lovely boardwalk, which more than makes up for its narrow, grainy beach.

(I know, I’m a spoiled Californian, but of all the beaches I’ve seen, none come close to ours. Allow me to wax obnoxious for just one moment. Our waves. Our wide swaths of fine sand, our palm trees, [...]

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Airport access

April 13. Day 287.

After 9/11, traveling got to be a nightmare for everyone. And an extra 1 percent more annoying for me, because I have an “un-American” last name. Not quite like Hussein or Ahmadinejad, but unique enough that at every checkpoint, at every leg of every journey, for about one or two years after [...]

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Whole New Meaning: Please help a reader?

April 9. Day 283.

My project and this blog have just taken on a whole new meaning. I got an email yesterday from a woman who has been working for her employer for several years. She just discovered that despite a promotion and stellar reviews, she is earning less than a newly hired male intern with [...]

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Group discount for a spa day?

March 26. Day 268.

Yuck. I just had a sip of bottled water that tastes like a plastic chemical crap.

Shudder.

Ok. So.

I’ve taken on my first assignment as an asker!

Every few weeks, I get together with a group of girls and we hang out. Watch a movie, go out for dinner, whatever. One of them suggested we [...]