Author: lyn

see what they see

The beau and I don’t argue very often. But lately, when we do, it’s been about photographs. Specifically, mine.  Specifically, how I hate any photograph of me ever taken. And how he’s a dick for insisting...

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mittenbound

A little less than two months from now, in mid-July, I’ll be in Michigan. I’m heading out for my grandmother’s surprise 80th birthday party, and to finally try to go through all the stuff I abandoned at my...

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losing it

Last week, just one day after Jessica Simpson finally had her baby, I came across an internet article about her “post-baby weight loss plan.” One. Day. Afterward. This shouldn’t be a surprise. I shouldn’t...

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kitchentawk

Having been a child raised on packets of Hamburger Helper, boxes of Jiffy muffins, and canned green beans, it took a long time to be exposed to foods in their… you know… natural states.  It wasn’t until I...

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antisocial tendencies, revisited

So, I’ve never republished a post of mine before, but special circumstances warrant it this time. Namely, a special kind of insanity brought on by: This last-minute planning for a bachelorette party in Las Vegas this...

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