On a warm day in autumn, I take my niece to the science museum a few blocks from my house. Soon she is going to leave me and move to California.
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For a marketing project at my daughter’s business school, students were given the opportunity to be spin-doctors for real-life company mishaps that turned into media nightmares.
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My head itched, but I couldn’t bend my elbows to scratch under my hat. It was a cold January evening in 1992.
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Sword Class NYC met in a basement. I arrived on a Tuesday evening with my Groupon for “Longsword for Beginners,” after rereading A Song of Ice and Fire. Inspired by George R.R. Martin’s tiny assassin Arya Stark, I wanted to participate in a montage of nonstop, meditative fencing, to be an older, hotter version of the underestimated child–anything to give me a sense of power while I faced weekly rejection.
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Don’t save anything for a special occasion. Being alive is the special occasion, the quote on the Mary Engelbreit calendar page for June 2014 read.
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is all you get before the public address announcer calls your name and the music has to end, and there’s so much to accomplish,
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We watched our first derby from my Grandpa Bud’s third floor room in the Good Samaritan Elder Care facility, which overlooked the Carver County fairgrounds.
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