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Continue reading →: Good Animals Gone Bad
On our recent family trip to Hawaii, I planned an excursion to an animal sanctuary. I convinced the proprietor to permit my 3.5-year-old on the property, despite the minimum guest age being seven. I assured the hippie who answered the phone that my daughter poses no harm to animals. At…
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Continue reading →: Eating My Feelings
I want to donate a kidney, just for the weight loss. I’ve gained 30 pounds since the birth of my daughter 3 years ago, which is more than I gained during pregnancy. It kills me to know that this food baby won’t be birthed, leaving me with a beach ready…
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Continue reading →: Dr. Feelgood
There are two different types of drivers in the world: those who speed, God bless ’em, and those who drive like they’re on their way to the proctologist. Like they really don’t want to get where they’re going. Not me though. I love going to the proctologist! Any specialist will…
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Continue reading →: OKStupid
The dating app for settling “You’ve searched for the best! Now try the rest!” When you’re ready to settle down, you have to settle. Because all the best ones are already taken already. It’s finally time to accept a date with that guy who is shirtless in his profile photo,…
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Continue reading →: The Lowdown on NYC
I am the type of New Yorker real New Yorkers love to hate: I was a transplant to begin with, and as soon as the pandemic got too hot, I bounced. Then I did the worst thing imaginable: bought a house in NJ. Living across the river is sacrilege to…
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Continue reading →: Hello depression, my old friend
Have you ever met someone who has never been depressed? They tell you they don’t know what that feels like. That doesn’t make sense to me. Didn’t you have a childhood? Didn’t you go to school? Don’t you have a family?! You’re telling me you’ve never been depressed? I don’t…
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Continue reading →: On the Pole/Off the Pole
You know how it’s every parent’s worst nightmare that their daughter will hit the pole? Well, not my parents; they weren’t of an opinion one way or the other. But someone’s parents feared that potential outcome. I couldn’t personally dance with a stripper pole. With my germaphobia? That piece of…
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Continue reading →: Herding Cats Has Got Nothing on Herding Toddlers
We’re all familiar with the phrase “herding cats,” oft used in the business world to describe a difficult group to manage. As the parent of a toddler, I submit we change this phrase to “herding toddlers.” Even a single toddler is nigh impossible to manage. I’ll solve your cat problem…
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Continue reading →: More $s for More Zs
In support of the power nap I wish the power nap — or better yet, the afternoon siesta — was part of the American culture. I know some tech companies have nap pods onsite, but the concept of napping really isn’t celebrated in this country. It’s a shame. Capped at thirty minutes, the power nap…
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Continue reading →: Rising Like a Phoenix
But sleepy as a sloth When I was 18, the thought of turning 40 was the worst thing I could imagine. But then I reached 40, and now even that is in my rearview mirror. So, while it doesn’t feel cool to be in my 40s, there’s only one alternative:…
Hello,
I’m Angie
Residing in the New York metropolitan area, I spend much of my free time writing. I graduated from Seattle University and published my debut book, Dismantle, in 2024.
Typically writing at the intersection of memoir and humor, I am currently working on several manuscripts which include a romance/murder mystery, crime, science fiction, and a Star Trek parody.
My goal with this blog is to offer readers a five-minute break from the monotony and stress of everyday life. Success for me is making you smile or laugh.
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