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Nancy Roman

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Doggy Bag

That instrument of scientific, well-documented information dissemination – the internet – tells me that Grapefruit is making a comeback. I’m so glad. I like grapefruit, but I certainly wouldn’t eat grapefruit if it was out of fashion. It’s a good thing I didn’t know was out of fashion. So I have been spared. But you …

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Be Prepared

You know how your mother always told you to wear clean underwear – because you could be hit by a bus? As I am now face-to-face with old age (and thank you everyone for the amazing response to my last post!), I can certainly see the wisdom behind good underwear. There are, of course, different …

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The Old Woman I Will Be

Another birthday. A big one. 65. Over the last few weeks, I have been preoccupied with the significance of 65. Two thirds of my life is behind me. Maybe more. Do I have 30 years left? What if it is only 10? I’ve wasted a lot of time in 65 years.  John Lennon said, “Time …

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The First Time – Lipstick, That Is

With another birthday fast approaching, I thought I’d share this old post written way back in 2011. *** THE HISTORY OF LIPSTICK – CHAPTER ONE   I wore lipstick on Easter Sunday, 1963.  I was twelve. In 1963, twelve was young for lipstick.  None of my classmates were allowed.  Only the grown-up girls.  The eighth …

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Being Read

Last week I learned that there is a very fine line between resonating with folks and touching a nerve. My essay about judging your kids caused quite an uproar. Interesting to me was the difference in reaction depending on the source of the reader. The people who read my blog on The Huffington Post were …

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Decisions, Decisions

Years ago, I became friends with a co-worker whose life was very unlike my Ozzie and Harriet existence. Especially in the boyfriend arena. I had no boyfriend of record. Karen had a boyfriend with a record. And I don’t mean he was churning out hits like Ozzie’s son Ricky. No. He was an ex-con. Jeff …

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Yes, I CAN Judge Your Children

I have no kids. Looking back on it, I see that my childlessness resulted from a combination of circumstances and nature – but also some unfortunate decisions on my part. Or rather, the lack of decision. Sometime inaction turns into a decision in itself. Last year I published an essay that I had written fourteen …

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The Beauty Parlor

Ten weeks ago, my husband took my puppy for his first haircut. I had to work. But I should have known better. I should have taken the day off. Dads cannot communicate what Moms want for their kids’ hairdos. Theo is a Lagotto Romagnolo, an ancient Italian breed that is the ancestor to the Standard …

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Complaint Department

I borrowed my mother’s car this week, so my husband could work on our SUV. I’ve been driving the little convertible, but it’s winter, and Hubby doesn’t want to risk the convertible. It’s OK to risk my mother’s car. She’s 92. She doesn’t drive much. She had my sister drive her to the DMV to …

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Holy Cards

All my life, cards have been important to me. My mother understood the value of playing cards (“Best Little Things”)  – a cheap way to keep a passel of kids quiet. We learned Fish and War, Rummy, SetBack, Crazy Eights, Old Maid, and a jillion kinds of Solitaire. Then later it was Canasta, Cribbage, Hearts. I …

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