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My vagina can crack the walnuts in my knees.
Read the PostKnees (and my vagina)
I’m oddly superstitious, by which I mean I’m superstitious about odd things, like red cars, green motorcycles, & numbers, like eight. I hate eights. This week, I turned 58.
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I never knew what that meant, a particular age. Then I got there, to that…
Read the Posta woman of a particular age
Tommy died of old age, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We’re supposed…
Read the Postloss & love
It is entirely within the realm of possibility that a person would, at 53, have…
Read the Postrelative aging