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Remember the book, The Artist’s Way, The tiny events one did with oneself, the Rated-PG kind, were prescribed by Cameron for filling the well of inspiration within the container of attention. This Sunday I plan to start artist’s dates again. I’ll enter one into my calendar for the afternoon. The West Coast fog lifts after
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A new (to me) brain exercise boosted my outlook this morning. I’ve been hearing about this little game for a couple years. When sitting in coffee shops around the west side of L.A. a nearby table would often devolve into excited fits of excitement about their recent successes with the puzzle: WORDL. So, this morning
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Shan Lyu Christie Chandler Stahl Craig Matsu-Pissot Suzanne Lea Gina Moriarty Heather Weisfield Thomas Penn Johnson Nancy Meyer Erin Jamieson
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We traveled in the tiny rental car over the most blistered hills of Gozo’s marathon length expanse
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My recent skin diagnosis could be summed up like this: “Hey, 70s girl who spent hours soaking up the sun, competing to be the ‘darkest tanned’ in high school – you’re incredibly fortunate. That spot on your shoulder was serious (an L2 concern), but thankfully not the most severe kind (L3), and you fortunately got
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Art house theatres in the 80s introduced my rural sensibilities to the avant garde of future American cinema at its cultural depths.
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It’s going from rainy grey to dull dark grey outside. I grab the bag of dates I’m eating way to many of, push open the Mustang’s door so I can hide the sugar source in the depths of the trunk. Then I make a beeline for the double sliding glass doors of the library. Once
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