My Dog is Chelsea

The Pope led Mass at Yankee Stadium. And before that, at the Nationals’ stadium. And then he ate dinner. And then he said a prayer. And then he gave a speech. And then he breathed. And then he blinked.
I’m sorry, is there really not enough newsworthy items to report on these days? It’s been Pope [...]

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If you’ve been reading this website for the last few months (and you probably haven’t, if my stat counter is accurate), you know about my tendency to adopt mantras.
Previous mantras include like water off a duck’s back (words that helped me survive the bureaucracy of the federal government) and everyday is an adventure (or, how [...]

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Apparently, my life is breaking. That has been the theme of the last month. Observe:
1) I broke up with my boyfriend.
2) My laptop broke. It decided that after 8 years, it’d just plain had enough. The screen went dark and never came back on.
3) My dog broke my door down into tiny little pieces.
4) She [...]

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My dog did this:

I suppose that if a door’s construction involves cardboard, it isn’t bound to last all that long anyway. But still. My dog ate my door!
I really hope this gets better.

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In Utah, I met my cousin’s 8-month-old daughter, Leah, for the first time. She is flipping adorable. She’s a happy baby (which my mother pointed out, ad nauseum, each time she grabbed her little feet and accidentally assumed what is known as the “happy baby” yoga pose) and always very inquisitive. At one restaurant, she [...]

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