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I’m Sorry, Barbara Satinsky

I’m sorry, Barbara Satinsky. In 5th grade I had no reason to be a bully. In addition to being one of the leaders of Harum Scarum, the cliquey girls’ handball club, I had kind parents and good friends. So why did I take pleasure in playing a cruel trick on Barbara …

“WORRY ORGASM” REGRETS

Oh dear, I’m afraid I was terribly insensitive in my previous blog post, Worry Orgasm, which was about how worried I became when a train I was scheduled to take became delayed due to someone jumping in front of it at a previous stop.  A friend, generally a supportive fan, …

STAR LIGHT STAR BRIGHT

This may sound cockeyed but–without a religious streak strong enough to be sure prayers get answered–I feel doomed to a lifetime of worry.  Yet I spring to action each evening when the stars show up. I realize, of course, that if I tell you my nightly wish on a star, …