Category: glamorous
My Glamorous Life
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My Glamorous Life: The Unexpected Samples
If you’ve never fallen gently asleep to jazz ballads, only to sit bolt upright because a horse is shrilly whinnying in your ears, you should try it some time.
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Far from the bullying crowd
The bullies who beat and mocked me in eighth grade were cruel and stupid. They despised intelligence and worshipped violence, although they would settle for athletic ability. The school blessed their thuggery by scheduling dodgeball.…
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Of Books and Conferences Past
Of books and conferences past: A maker looks back on things well-made but no longer with us.
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Lessons from Cats: Jasper’s Clever Cleanup Routine
My daughter and I have three cats—all rescues: There’s Snow White, our 16-year-old queen and my daughter’s consigliere, who, despite requiring thrice-a-week medication injections to keep her kidneys functioning, rules this place absolutely. There’s subtle Mango,…
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Veterans Day Remembrance
“The life of an amphibious sailor was estimated at three minutes in combat.”
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I Remember, Part 1
Her voice, when she spoke to us from the doorway, was strange. I was in 3rd Grade. Our teacher went away for a few minutes, then came back, crying. She was a tough public school…
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I stayed.
My insight into corporate legal disputes is as meaningful as my opinion on Quantum Mechanics. What I do know is that, when given the chance this week to leave my job with half a year’s…
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9/13/01
“I’m reassuring myself that New York City is still here.”
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Broken Blossoms
“Raising loved children is the only consistent and lasting healing some will know.”
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Strange Beliefs of Childhood № 99
My Glamorous Life: late to the pubescence party.
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One weird trick
Help to help, because we’re built to help.
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The gift of a three-month sabbatical
It was late winter when my sabbatical began, and it’s late spring as it comes to an end. Next week I return to my post after three months’ paid leave, courtesy of Automattic’s sabbatical benefit. Three…
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Ah yes, the famous “intern did it” syndrome
Poachers, when caught stealing content from our website, always blamed the theft on an “intern” or “freelancer.” We always pretended to believe them.
