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by Nina Camic

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Confessions of a fresh and honest narcoleptic

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Sometime early last week : So about our phone conversation last night? Yeah? You fell asleep in the middle of it. I did? Tell me I didn’t! D...
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Monday, January 23, 2006

confessions of a repressed fresh and honest food fundamentalist

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People say this about me: she doesn’t eat junk food. Those who see me binge, know that, for my late night crazies I eat many bowlfuls of rai...
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Sunday, January 22, 2006

from New Haven: take flight

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A day to wrap things up here on the east coast. Daughters are easing back into their own habits and routines. Parents are coordinating sched...
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Saturday, January 21, 2006

from new haven: adjusting

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A gala night. Roomba food and Claire's cake, gifts and kisses, candles. True, my girl turned twenty-one a day ago, but her’s is a protr...
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Friday, January 20, 2006

in a fog

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I am up late last night, reading law school admission files. One applicant includes his book of poetry. I flip through it. Not bad actually....
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Thursday, January 19, 2006

gulp

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I no longer have babies. My littlest one turns twenty-one today. A day to look back at old photos... And to remember why I love her more tha...
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Wednesday, January 18, 2006

three gifts

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In the last day or so, I received two gifts of a material nature. One expands and contracts, is snazzy and sleek, German-made, steel gray in...
Tuesday, January 17, 2006

the interpreter

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I have never been subcontracted to do anything. Yes, sure, I get the occasional call from some desperate souls who want to hire my attorney ...
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Monday, January 16, 2006

come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with me

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Ed has these friends. These friends have ice boats. Ed, ever mindful of the fact that I am never as happy as when I have something to shoot ...
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Sunday, January 15, 2006

swooshing

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Skiing and I, we go back a long way. I was on wooden boards before I could say a single word in English. But it hasn’t happened here, in Mad...
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Saturday, January 14, 2006

hostile takeover

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I’m waking up. The sun is out there. The temps are hovering in the thirties. There’s no question. It’s a day for rescuing the prairie. We ...
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Friday, January 13, 2006

weary traveler

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As I make arrangements to rent a room in a French village for several weeks this spring, I am asked to send over a deposit to secure the dea...
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Thursday, January 12, 2006

hooky

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lessons What are doing? Working. What are you doing? Working. But it’s fifty degrees outside. Warm enough for your trial run. So, before I t...
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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

everything’s better with blue bonnet on it

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Maybe only one or two readers are old enough to remember this little ditty from our b&w TV screens of the early sixties. You had to imag...
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Tuesday, January 10, 2006

I’ll make an honest woman out of me if it’s the last thing I do…

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It may be the last thing I do. Truthfully, I want to be an honorable person, I do. I want to do right by my family, my friends, my community...
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Monday, January 09, 2006

sticks in the air

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Sometimes I know how to throw many sticks up and catch them brilliantly as they fall. With my eyes closed. I'll watch a movie when cooki...
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Sunday, January 08, 2006

shades of gray

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A walk downtown this morning reminds me what month we’re in. Oftentimes, Madison has brilliant winters. But there are weeks like this one, w...
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Saturday, January 07, 2006

grains of sand

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It’s long past midnight and I am writing a post about a movie . I don’t typically write posts about movies, but the four of us were dazed by...
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