If They Say Why, Why…
A few hours before Michael Jackson died I was looking for my car. At one point, I decided that it
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A few hours before Michael Jackson died I was looking for my car. At one point, I decided that it
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I was sitting in the massage chair at the Nail Salon, and looking up at the television set when I
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“How is the special?” I asked the waitress at the organic Thai restaurant. “Oh, no…no like.” “Ok…then maybe you might
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Putting aside what this might mean about my emotional state, many thoughts these days seem to end with the word
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“Someday, Chica, you’re going to be 52 and single…,” said Jewish American Salsera to me last night. She’s been regaling
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