A Desk of One’s Own.

A Desk of One’s Own.

I don't know why I thought writing a book and simultaneously training for an Ultra-marathon would be a good idea. Perhaps because my parents dropped me on my head at some point, I'm guessing. It definitely doesn't speak to a clear grasp of my personal reality or an...

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It’s a Jungle Out There!

It’s a Jungle Out There!

I spent my afternoon off weeding my husband's gardens while he was at work. I think that means I no longer need to purchase him an anniversary present this year. I also drank his beer while I did it, which falls under the "spoils of war" category, I believe, or...

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Good-bye Summer! No, really. Vamoose!

I just realized that school starts in a mere two weeks--can I get an "Amen?" I love my children, you understand, but that love is ever so much less complicated when they are somebody else's problem for eight hours a day. Yup. Less complicated and a whole lot less...

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Take My Bike, Please!

One of my very least favorite activities is biking. Which is weird. You’d think it would be right in my wheelhouse (ha!)— Environmentally friendly, the fresh air, the kick-ass feeling of arriving at your destination under your own power…and also? Cute baskets! They...

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The Sunshine Rules

The Sunshine Rules

It's come to my attention, embarrassingly late in the game, that I am living with a real-life spiritual master. Forget running off to India, to study, cross-legged, at the feet of a maddeningly serene yogi. No need to attend a silent retreat run by a wise and beatific...

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SUV:1 Hubby:0

Let me start this off by saying, first of all, that Hubby is fine. However, last night I was greeted at the door by several wide-eyed children, gesturing silently, but furiously, at their father. Apparently, they had not quite recovered from the sight of him being...

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Don’t Argue with the Fortune Cookie.

I'm suffering a complete crisis of confidence today. I'm wrestling with the type of writer's block that doesn't just make writing difficult, it makes you question the justification for your very existence. An hour and a half in and I was pretty much beating my head on...

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Sentimental Horsetwaddle.

Sentimental Horsetwaddle.

With a decided danger of sounding like Garfield, the cartoon cat, Mondays, ugh. Am I right? Normally, I don't raise too much of a kick about them, as my workweek is a bit skewed and Monday, to me, is actually my second day off. Tuesdays, though.... Today, however, is...

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All Work and No Running Makes Lanie a Crabby Girl.

I have been having a terrible time running for the past month. For the first time ever, I am dealing with a real injury and it is not going well. At first I thought I had an annoying and reoccurring cramp in my calf. I couldn't get past a mile without having to turn...

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Tony Bennett Saves the Day!

Okay, I confess. I was just listening to Christmas carols in the car. I know. I KNOW, okay? It's too early. But you see, I am coming off of this hormonally induced and barely repressed 48 hours of rage. The kind where, from the outside, I look pretty much normal, but...

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  • Pam on I’m fine.We will not be looking back on these years with a happy chuckle and a thought of how whimsical the Universe can be, but I imagine the silver linings will continue to provide useful, elegant lessons in how to love this life we are living. You are a blessing and joy in my life and I am much better for knowing you. And this entry is freakin' hilarious!
  • Geanette on I’m fine.You amaze me. That’s all there is too it. The fact that you are willing and able to even LOOK for a silver lining is breathtaking. And then you make me laugh outloud. “And the award for best use of the word fish stick in a simile goes toooooo......!” Oh Melanie.....keep filling our hearts with your observations and keep us laughing. We need inspiration like you. And now ... bonus ... I can say I’ve “read” Rilke! Big love, G
  • Pam on There are RULES, dangnabbit!Wow! Who is the noble cobbler? Mine took six weeks to repair the strap on my bag that I carry every day. I am aware that your cobbler didn't say that they would be ready in two days, he just agreed that she could pick them up. I am delighting myself with the fantasy of her coming in to get her eight unrepaired boots and stamping her tiny foot while said cobbler merely swings his awl to point to the wall -- Ready in Two Weeks.
  • Melanie Danke on Wakey, wakey.Gosh, you are sweet. Thank you for that.
  • Geanette on Wakey, wakey.Didn't think I could POSSIBLY love you any more, but after reading this one. I do. I do indeed. You make me laugh when there's nothing to laugh about. You make me see the world with new eyes. No small feat. God, I love you!

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