Category: Hartford Magazine
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When I was 12, my best childhood friend told me that I had the biggest butt of all the sixth-graders at Kennedy Elementary School. While I admittedly had some extra square footage in the basement as a prepubescent, and could probably fit a pool table on it even now, there were at least a couple…
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When it comes to plants, some people inherently have a green thumb. Me? I’m just happy the kids are still around considering my complete inability to grow anything requiring oxygen and water. It’s not from lack of trying. I really like plants, and have a decent collection of them scattered throughout the house. Of course…
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I’m not much of a honker. In fact, I’ve owned my car for more than seven years, and still have no clue where the horn is. Typically, when a situation arises requiring its use, I just frantically pound on the steering wheel, hoping I might inadvertently hit it. By the time it finally blares, it’s…
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By all accounts, I’ve been pretty lucky when it comes to injuries and medical issues. I’ve only had two official-ish surgeries (anything removed by tweezers in the bathroom notwithstanding) and both of them were dental. Oh sure, I’ve had my share of mishaps. A couple rounds of stitches when I was a kid, countless flights…
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Most people like either dogs or cats. I’m a cat person. That’s probably because when I was growing up, our dog, Max, an amicable cockapoo, routinely gobbled feminine products out of the garbage and used the braided rug in our living room as a city park.
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To look at me you probably wouldn’t guess that most days I’ve emptied out my considerable arsenal of profane words before spooning sugar into my second cup of coffee. It’s an unfortunate character flaw. One that doesn’t exactly gel with my carefully cultivated Playgroup Mom persona, but lurks just beneath the surface, waiting for an…



