Category Archives: no man’s land

hockey harmony

We are well into the hockey season here.  Well, my hockey season anyway.  Two of the three teams I play on are killing it.  Good games, great competition, and plenty of wins.  That third team though, the women’s team, is … Continue reading

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half-hearted-half-measures

“Don’t do it.  Don’t do it.  Do NOT hit the reply button.  Hali, just don’t.” the little voice whispers inside my head as I scroll through Facebook and see random Trump-sympathizers’ comments.  The cacoethes is familiar.  The urge to explain … Continue reading

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part of me

I’m sitting with some depression right now.  Sometimes I say I’m *struggling with*.  But in my current state, I am simply sitting with it, watching, observing it.  And I’m not completely sure whether it is dulling my mind or actually … Continue reading

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conundrum: having my cake and eating it too

I got a call recently from the coach/captain of a local hockey team asking me if I’d be interested in playing goal for them.  Now, to be clear, this isn’t just any team.  I have been jonesing to play for … Continue reading

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the cat is out of the bag

Well, well, well.  All the best-laid-plans and well-kept-secrets.  I believe there is a Yiddish expression that sums it up nicely – “man tracht un Gott lacht” – “man plans, and God laughs”-  meaning, “Despite our most careful planning, the road … Continue reading

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adulting

I like the word *adulting* as a verb.  I know some people do not.  But unlike the sometimes forced morphing of verb status onto nouns or adjectives, a process called (obviously) *verbing*, the nature of *adulting* just strikes a chord … Continue reading

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jedi training

I write spectacular blog posts nearly every morning in the shower.  Quippy, witty, ingeniously relevant tweets as well.  Too bad my computer isn’t waterproof.  By the time I’m sitting here at the keyboard I am the quintessential tabla rasa.  Just … Continue reading

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deal with the devil

I like music as much as the next guy, maybe even a little bit more.  I have often wished I had more musical talent.  And truthfully, I’m not sure whether I *have* the talent or not.  It’s more that I’m … Continue reading

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honest mistakes

Well, we made our annual pilgrimage to St. Louis for Thanksgiving this year.  I was more anxious than usual because of being on testosterone and not knowing what, if anything, Emily’s family members might notice.  Now, I say more anxious … Continue reading

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election reflection

I grew up in the early days of “women’s lib”, but I was nowhere near it’s epicenter or even anywhere close to the front.  The trickle down of that movement came to me in the form of slapstick ridiculous comedy … Continue reading

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