Life Lab

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Dance Like No One Is Watching

Most people don’t believe me when I disclose my love for dancing. I stand too straight, and my smile is too wry

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Wednesday, May 22, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 24

"If she’s done this with too many clients, my entire reputation is done. I’m too small, too new to rehabilitate from this"

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Wednesday, May 15, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 23

“I trust your taste,” I said. Ari smiled. Sometimes I forget the power I have to make him happy, and how it’s not that hard

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Wednesday, May 08, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 22

I clicked through the rest of the e-mails, all iterations of the same theme. Ugh. What to do, what to do. I jiggled my foot incessantly, as if I expected an answer to be tapped ou ...

Life Lab

Wednesday, May 08, 2019

Back to 1963

For two days, I left the 21st century, traveled figuratively back 56 years, and tried to live my grandmother’s lifestyle

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Wednesday, May 01, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 21

“Okay, waiver signed and delivered,” I joked. “Let’s do this then. There are two possible routes — big and fast versus slow and steady. Here’s what you should consider about each”

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Tuesday, April 16, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 20

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Wednesday, April 10, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 19

What did I have that could pass for a costume, that was easily removable, and wasn’t mortifying in the first place?

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Wednesday, April 03, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 18

“What are your Purim plans?” Mommy was finally taking initiative in this conversation, but of course she had to bring up something I don’t want to talk about. Not with her, ...

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Wednesday, March 27, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 17

I dialed Ari, but I was too late, I knew, and I felt a pit in my stomach. I should’ve at least told him I was hiring Linda before I did it

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Wednesday, March 20, 2019

More or Less: Chapter 16

“First things first,” Ari said, reaching for a bag I’d just noticed. He pulled out a flattish square orange box printed with a bold H. No. He didn’t really buy me a Hermes scarf