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Posts made in May, 2013

Would you care for a Gastric Bypass with your Ceviche?

Would you care for a Gastric Bypass with your Ceviche?

A while back,  I applied for a job in Medical Tourism. The job was from home, the medical tourism part was in Costa Rica (http://www.wisemds.com/) Sounded glam.  I heard back within a day, and was impressed that they sent an orientation video before scheduling the first interview. I really felt like this was my perfect mid life crisis career path – travel, helping people, exemplary...

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All Roads do not Lead to Bones

All Roads do not Lead to Bones

We have an adorable-looking beagle. Notice the word ‘looking’. And don’t get me wrong idea – I love my beagle, Mr Howell, I do. Like crazy even. But I can say with as much emotion: I can’t stand my beagle. He drives me crazy. Even. Like right now, he is staring at me, right into my brain. I know this, even though he is sitting behind me. This is what he does. Just...

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Pain and Love, Love and Pain

Pain and Love, Love and Pain

              Pain and Love Love and Pain Same-Same Sit on the shore or dive down ~ arch  ~ ache  ~ glide then up, still arching for breath or extend with power now To Rise arms scoop stomach drives the legs ...

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SPARKY. A Wonderful Life, Part 3

SPARKY. A Wonderful Life, Part 3

Sparky: Part 3 5/18/13: I woke this morning with my emotions like a body-sized bubble under my skin. A bubble that stretched thin over my eyeballs as my daughter, all nine years of her, opened her arms wide and announced “I won’t be seeing you until tomorrow then.” She hugged me like an actual person, and head out for back-to-back parties followed by a sleepover. The bubble...

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ena-me, ena-ma

ena-me, ena-ma

On Aussie Mothers’ Day ~ for my anonymous, compassionate, and thereafter regular, daughter. [For ‘the record’ (whatever that is), she was three.] You, looking at me with such horror. Me, trying my best to seem in control. Your Dad drops his jaw in bewilderment.  I return your look with equal mortification. Yes, I did have to stick that harsh little torpedo up your butt. I took...

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