Just because she told you she never wants to see you again, that doesn’t mean she never wants to see you again.
Life is better than fiction. I live for the moments that make me laugh so hard I lose my breath. This is my attempt to put in words the craziness that I live daily.
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My children
My parents
My sister
The rest of the people on this planet
This planet
The internet
Always having food to eat
This house, as many painful memories as it holds
The dog, Max
My Mazda CX-9
Freedom
Yoga
Meditation
Books
Art
Poetry
Music
John Mayer
Living in NY
Beaches
I’m sure there’s more. I need to remind myself of these things -OFTEN. It’s so easy to lose sight of all you I have when I am stuck, thinking about what I don’t.
With that I am going to dust off my best suit, drop Bean off next door and start pounding the pavement with my resume in hand. First stop: job fair at the East Northport Library.
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Ned Hepburn: Wheaties diary 5
Leaving for Chicago in a couple of hours, and packing my bag(s) as I type this.
The whole thing has become quite real. It became somewhat real a month ago when I signed a contract for this endorsement. It’s become very official as I sit here looking at my suitcase, waiting for the car to…
Where do I apply?
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Although its not my scheduled weekend I am spending my Mother’s Day with my children. It feels the way everyday with them should feel. Shrills of laughter as my kids and a couple of the neighbor’s kids from up the block play in the yard. A cool gentle breeze from the south blows as I lounge on my garden swing, legs crossed, swaying back and forth with doodle bug by my side.
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Good article. But why should I be surprised? Ned has talent that goes beyond just writing.I wrote a thing about the novel. Give it a read.
We learn, sometimes too late, who to trust, and subsequently who not to trust, too. It’s a process of elimination, one that takes years in practice, and further years to master. A young man takes everything in sight, amassing a collection to impress. Look at what I have! Look at what I can do! But a large collection, while formidable, is hard to maintain. If not impeccably well looked after it can fall into disrepair, spoiled by gross negligence on the part of it’s supposed owner. It may be well and good to own a fleet of cars, but you only have one ass to fill a driver’s seat at a time.
I guess the weight of having one tenth of the books on that particular shelf be “Gatsby” made me sit down and finish the thing, once and for all, facing the window with a caraffe of coffee beside me, finally getting down to business and completing something I had neglected for years.
I had thought it to be a novel about the 1920s and nothing more. I’d missed out on the broad-stroked symbolism entirely, had taken the green light literally, and worst of all, after a “fuck it” moment flipping to the back page several years ago during a failed attempt to sit and read the book again, I had thought (for longer than I care to admit) the novel actually finished with Gatsby in a rowboat.
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