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Nancy Roman

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Making Waves

You know those wave machines on cruise ships and amusement parks?  The ones that let you surf in a swimming pool?   No?  Truthfully, me neither. I’m neither a cruise ship nor amusement park type of person. For the same reason:  Nausea. (Our local amusement park went through a major renovation about thirty years ago. …

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Role Model

After I so thoroughly and lovingly complimented myself last week, I think it is only fair to acknowledge that I just perhaps – very slightly – might have a few shortcomings. For example: How I React To Criticism: Which is: Not Well. Although I recognize that I have a few faults – I do not …

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Dances With Wolves

In the Native American culture, a name describes who a person is, and so should change as the person changes. I love this concept. Especially since I do not love Nancy. And I am certainly not the Nancy I used to be. So, in the mode of “Dances With Wolves,” I present to you my names …

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I No Longer Wish To Decide

All my adult life, I have been a decision-maker. When I was a little girl, my hand was always raised in class. In fact, I was usually jumping out of my seat in my enthusiasm for answering a question. Any question: Where is Mexico?  When was the French Revolution? What time is lunch? Having two …

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No Thanks

This Thanksgiving, I am not only thankful for all the wonderful things I have – I’m thankful for all the things I don’t want. I have always been the type of girl who wants everything she sees. I consider this an asset. If I like everything, then it means I am really easy to please, …

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Interviewing Skills

I graduated from high school in June of 1969. I graduated from college in December of 1974. No ‘four years and out’ for me. I liked college. I took my time. I had no idea what I wanted to study, so I tried it all. I started in Nursing and ended up in English.  I …

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I’m Not Quitting My Day Job

I celebrated Labor Day by skipping any Labor whatsoever. But being a good nose-to-the-grindstone New Englander, I feel I should also celebrate Labor Day by celebrating actual Labor. I like my job. Let me count the ways. 1. First of all, they pay me. Well, duh. I work; I get paid. Only fair. But think …

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Shouldn’t I Have This? ………… Shouldn’t I Have All Of This?

I want to live in a little house with a big porch on the seashore. I want to live in an apartment in New York City with a geranium on the fire escape. I want crisp white sheets and gingham curtains. I want gilded mirrors and french porcelain. I want rack of lamb with frilly …

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Eureka, Sort Of

Today I will meander through a couple of little stories, but eventually I will stroll on over to the point. When I was young I had a secret ambition (which I still have but I’m not young and it’s not a secret) to solve some great mystery. This desire started of course with Nancy Drew books. …

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Practically Perfect

When last we met (well, almost every time we’ve met), I discussed a few of my husband’s little quirks. It’s probably my laziest subject – there’s not much challenge here. He has so many quirks and I watch him – and them – incessantly. But fair is fair, so I figured I should now reveal …

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