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    Bridge Ladies Sometimes I think a meteor could strike the earth and wipe out mankind with the exception of my mother’s Bridge club — Roz, Bea, Bette, Rhoda, and Jackie — five Jewish octogenarians who continue to gather for lunch and Bridge on Mondays as they have for over fifty years. When I set out to learn about the women behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, and most of all the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
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ENdless Rain Into a Papercup

I’m jacked up on Benadryl tonight. What about you?sad_pinkie_pie__c_by_mlpwallpapermaker-d4qdzxj

5 Responses

  1. I’m pumped about my agent’s feedback on that blasted outline. “Excellent.”

    *Queue the angel choir*

    I hate Benadryl. It has the opposite effect and makes me feel like a slug.

  2. I had a bad tab of fukitol yesterday. Couldn’t get out of my own way. But the optimism of a gray morning has got me resolute again.

  3. I have a pro-choice OpEd in the Kentucky paper, and I’m up at 4 am reading the comments. Which is really really stupid.

  4. Vanilla bean, crushed cookies and into editing a five year old manuscript. Like Ted said, “…and the dream will never die.”
    Hey Donna, I am a slug.

  5. Baked potato slathered in butter & sour cream, w/cheddar & sunflower kernals; small portion of cooked fowl w/kale; water w/vitamins & supplements; chagrin, dismay, fear, anger, pain & persistent sense of pointlessness.

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