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the bellamy & bromance

August 13, 2008

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the bellamy & bromance

Ralph Bellamy was a character actor, sometimes known for playing "the almost." The almost right guy. He’s the one viewers thought, even for a moment, our female protagonist might just fall for in the end. In his roles in The…

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five is the loveliest number

March 18, 2008

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Without fail, I’m usually asked to describe myself in a word. A single word, as if that’s even possible. "Fine," they say, "describe yourself in five words." I need to roll up my sleeves and get this one down because…

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the high road can feel kinda low

March 5, 2008

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I have, in the spirit of fun (admittedly tinged with meanness), poked fun at myself and at the Oscars. At the sweet Tony Danza once, and the amazing Selma Hayek. I could say everyone does it, but then I’m back…

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what crap advice

January 3, 2008

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My finish this sentence post ought to have been, "Growing up, the advice I hated most from my mother was…"
But even I wouldn’t know how to finish the sentence. Mom didn’t give big advice. I never got heady wisdom…

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finish this sentence

January 2, 2008

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If I gained fifty pounds, I’d weigh more than……

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come on, do it with me.

December 17, 2007

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come on, do it with me.

Finish this sentence: I’m as lazy as…
*Finish this sentence will now appear each and every Tuesday. Because I love it, and I’m lazy, and I might just use the best line in Moose (without even giving credit! Woo hoo!)…

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at least I’m sleeping

May 25, 2007

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I’ve never seen your mother, but I imagined her in a dream to be nothing like the woman I imagine she is when I’m awake.  In my dream she’s young and artistic, long hair that falls in wisps and commas. …

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no explanation necessary

May 2, 2007

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In the bedroom of her Upper Least Side apartment, Parker Pryne opened the bottle of Prosecco she’d brought back from Positano the previous summer.  She was saving it, refrigerated, for a special occasion, and when one never came, and while…

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