My Dog is Chelsea

Next year, I’ll need to plan my Thanksgiving meal proportions a little better. Or, rather, I’ll need to make decidedly less cranberry sauce, as right now it looks like we’ll be eating it well into the next millenium. I’m taking suggestions for (meatless) leftover cranberry concoctions. So far, the only thing I’ve come up with [...]

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The following craigslist job categories offer no hope of future employment due to either my 1) complete ineptitude in the field 2) lack of necessary training or 3) absolute aversion to this type of work: accounting/finance architecture/engineering biotech/science business/management government human resources internet engineering medical/health skilled trade/craft software/qa (what the heck is qa?)/dba (ditto) systems/networking [...]

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I cooked my very first Thanksgiving dinner yesterday, and I am endlessly proud. Of course, it involved no less than five frantic phone calls to my mother—”The grocery store only has pearl onions! Will those work?”—and though we didn’t make a turkey, I still managed to spend almost all day in the kitchen. The menu: [...]

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After it became clear on Saturday that Asa and I were not going to accomplish a single one of the many to-do items for the day, he suggested instead taking a quick trip to the coast. I had only seen the Pacific Ocean, but never touched it, and Chelsea had never seen it at all, [...]

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The Iceman came into the store yesterday. He carried a large backpack and a hiking stick; his beard was more voluminous than my boyfriend’s and the smell of a camp fire hung tightly to his clothing. His face, charred slightly from smoke, stood in jarring contrast to the bright blues of his eyes. He was [...]

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