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One of the reasons I went back to Chicagoland recently was to attend my 20 year High School Reunion. In 1988, I graduated from Zion-Benton Township High School, home of the Fighting Zee-Bees.

Looking back on my HS days with the benefit of hindsight, I see a confused young girl with little in the way [...]

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One of my best friends makes (and has made for years) his living from rock ’n’ roll. I say it off-the-cuff like that, like it’s nothing, like it’s easy, but you know, it’s not.
I mean, how many artists do you know? How many painters, how many writers, how many musicians? Who aren’t substitute teachers [...]

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Chicks Dig Scars

I’m back from the depths of despair that is a home life without the internets. I actually had to TALK to M. a few times in the last couple of days (the horror, oh god, the horror) AND pick up a book, it was DISGUSTING and I don’t recommend it.
I gave Rivergirl the same [...]

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Today I got to thinking about some of the “celebrity” crushes I had when I was a young girl. I’ve assembled a list of the first 18 I could think of, and tried to put them in a rough chronological order from first to last. I’m not revealing any of my current [...]

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This will be our 4th Christmas here in Mexico, and it’s the first time that I’ve insisted on decorating. We haven’t for a few reasons, like the permanent state of brokehood we’re in here, or because Christmas is the busiest time of year for locals. Mostly, I think, it’s because the weather is [...]

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I’ve been Tagged! The deal is that I have to list 8 random things about myself, while also mentioning Trauma: The Drama, who is the person who tagged me, then I have to Tag 8 other blogs. I think maybe I’ll make these 8 random things not so “random,” and instead, will make them embarrassing [...]

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I watched this movie last night, again, which means that this year alone, I’ve seen this movie at least 15 times. To poor Michael’s probable dread, I am constitutionally incapable of turning it off if I see it’s playing. It may come as a surprise that until I was 17 years old, I had [...]

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Here I am with Becky when she was brand new:
 
 Here is a picture of Danny and me in 1972.  This is before we lived in the crappy apartment on Sheridan road, which means there were actually OTHER places I lived before there, but I don’t remember them very well and so can’t write about them.

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Little white rental house on 8th Street and Franklin, Winthrop Harbor, IL
Mom, Danny and I moved here when I was 5 or 6 years old, in 1976.  Danny was never mean to me, but it was always made very clear  that he was not my father and he took little or no interest in me.  [...]

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I’ve been thinking lately about my concept of “home.” Really what I’ve been thinking is about my lack of a concept of “home.” While I have the normal human ties to and cannot escape “that from which I’ve come,” from my earliest memories I can recall a desire to go away, to experience something else. [...]

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