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a woman of a particular age

Posted on October 27, 2009 by the jodi

I never knew what that meant, a particular age. Then I got there, to that particular age. I’m not sure that it connotes an actual number, but more a state of being. All my life I’ve looked 35. Not just any 35, but a 35 year old school teacher. It sucked when I was 11, but  became advantageous when I was still underaged and wanting to buy booze. It didn’t make me big bucks when I worked in the Naked … Continue reading →

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loss & love

Posted on October 23, 2009 by the jodi

Tommy died of old age, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed to be okay with that. The problem with old age is that you’ve been around long enough to really affect people when you leave. If one of the newborn bunnies had died, it would be sad, but I had a relationship with Tommy. The bunnies don’t even have names yet. Tommy was loud, tired, gentle and very attached to Hazel. You remember Hazel? The sheep … Continue reading →

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relative aging

Posted on September 15, 2009 by the jodi

It is entirely within the realm of possibility that a person would, at 53, have a 3 year old grandchild. However, it was much funnier when my 3 year old godson referred to my friend Marilyn (five years older than me) as Grandma, than it was when he turned around five minutes later, after I’d stopped laughing and called me Grandma as well. I spent two days teaching him my name. We practiced. We even practiced M’s name. By the … Continue reading →

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