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Nancy Roman

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Where I Ought To Be

I have a memory that keeps repeating in my brain. It was the summer of 1979. I was 28, and I had been working for the past three years at a research organization at the lowest possible rung that existed in that organization or perhaps any organization. I had a college degree in English, but …

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Real Life With Puppy

I like to present the positive side of Life. I believe in the positive side of Life. I believe in happiness and kindness and sweetness. My husband calls me a Pollyanna, and I never minded when he calls me that, because seeing Life as sweet and Humanity as decent is a good way to survive. …

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Margaret

Yesterday, I remembered a woman I met in the Fall of 1969. At the time, I was under the delusion that I was going to be a nurse. My mother was a nurse and I wanted to be like her. She had her doubts but she and my dad supported my decision to go to …

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How Much

When I was a kid, I used to play this game when I watched TV. Sometimes I played with my sisters, but mostly I just played it alone. The game was: How Much. How Much was played during commercials. Bad commercials. Example: A commercial with a woman with huge armpit stains. She gets in an …

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Decisions, Decisions

I’ve been terrible with my blogging lately. I want to say I’ve been busy – and that’s true enough. But moreover, I think I just needed to take a break. I didn’t want to focus on something else. I wanted to UNfocus. The end of winter is always my least energetic time. I am tired …

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In The Face Of Unkindness

Every day on Twitter, my dog Theo posts a tidbit of advice for a happier life. I will admit that I help him because he doesn’t type or spell well. But Theo also helps me because he definitely provides me with a happier life every day. Someone asked me recently how I (or Theo) come …

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Remembering A Friend

About a year ago, I wrote about kindness and friendship, and how I helped but ultimately failed a dear friend. I discovered yesterday that at the time I wrote that essay, my friend had already been dead for two years. Someone I loved – someone who had helped me and hurt me and I had …

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What You Can Learn

Well, here it is again. Another birthday. I’m now 68. How in the world did that happen? In some ways, being 68 is scary. But overall, it’s not so bad. My father lived to 88. My mother is still gracing this world with her lovely presence at 95. So I figure I probably still have …

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Coping With My Insecurities

I wrote last week about my pathological sweet need to be liked. (Validation). I have thought about it a lot since. I’ve decided to take some very small baby steps towards coping with my insecurities. For me – (and it could be different for you, but perhaps there is some universal truth here) – I …

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Validation

As I re-read my last post (Overdone?), one sentence I wrote keeps haunting me: “I don’t like not being liked.” Well OMG – the lightning bolts are descending from heaven, jolting my everpresent coffee right out of my hands. This sentence pretty much explains my whole life to date. (and that is getting to be …

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