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The real miscarriage is what the books don’t tell you. And you won’t hear it when you’re on a table staring at your ultrasound, no modesty regarding what-all’s hanging out the front of your paper shirt, which you're wearing backwards anyway. But then again, maybe it will be different for you. Maybe it’s different for each woman.What could happen is, your doctor will frown and explain what’s not

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This year, I made a huge and perhaps irrevocable decision to study medicine. I did this because for too long I've felt that my identity has been up for grabs, so now, for the first time in my life, I mean to choose something, and to pursue it, and to stop acting as though my identity is so precious and fragile and unique that I can't just decide on some path and then follow it.It hasn't been easy

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Just, blech. And yet, it's a beautiful day. It's time to make some changes.

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Kindergarten, grade school, junior high, high school. Beneath desks, between tables, curled up on the bus. Center front in school portraits, center forward in soccer, fastest sprinter in the game but too often mowed down. This week, though I'm much more substantial, I find that I speak too quietly, and too infrequently. Just this week, I lost four pounds.

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She didn't liked to be bossed, and that was why she was extra-careful not to boss. Which sometimes led to trouble because though she would never say what she wanted, she would try to get it nevertheless through a kind of sign language, through telepathy. And when she did not get it, she grew to be perfectly contented with what she was getting, which, without having been properly articulated, was

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Chirstopher Tsiolkas'sThe Slap just gets better and better until the final pages, which are fantastic! So often I quit reading novels when I get to the ending, because so many books with promising openings lose their momentum about halfway through. The Slap is worth reading for its simple premise (a man slaps a kid who is not his own at a suburban picnic), and it's structure - it's told from the

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again - and I suppose I COULD work on my play, but instead, here I am. I guess I'd rather feel as though I'm addressing someone who's kind of like me. I mean, even though I go to many, many plays, I don't think of the playgoing audience as mine - not necessarily. My audience might just as soon see a movie or go bowling or plant some tomatoes.

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dating here, but my rule is that I will not talk about dating here and I will save that for the book I'm writing, which means that right now I have nothing more interesting to report than that afterwards I talked to some of my friends and god I'm so glad I have friends, I can't tell you. Thank you, friends!!

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and now I look like a middle-aged woman. Which I am. Middle-aged. But why does middle-age have to look so much like my mother?!?!

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I'll start leaving stuff here. I just have to be careful to dedicate most of my energy to my playwriting, and to the book I'm writing. But here I could warm up, and here I could leave excerpts, and here I could write about other things. Yes?

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Free, downloadable resources for Haiti at http://tinyurl.com/5t3jqe, including• Where There Is No Doctor in Creole• Where Women Have No Doctor in Creole• Sanitation and Cleanliness for a Healthy Environment in Creole and French• Water for Life: Community Water Security in French• Cholera Prevention Factsheet in Englishand many more

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In a garden neighborhood in this small quiet town, on a warm night full of bikes and pedestrians, I was riding home on my bike, listening to my chain squeak and feeling sorry for myself. Woman, when you barreled through that stop sign I figured you were on drugs or something because stop sign or no, you were going too fast. You did screech to a stop just in time, and I am so grateful. Your window

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I'm going to focus on finding a job and preparing for interviews and writing, so I may disappear for a while. But I'll be back, and when I return, I'll be better than ever! I thank you for understanding that I need some space, and that I don't mean to be less than generous right now. xo

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Today was the ultimate perfect best day ever! If only it were my birthday as well, I think I'd be dead now.I woke up this morning just on time to meet someone for a tennis game at Buena Vista Park, just down the street. It was already warm out at 8:30 in the morning, and so many people were out walking their dogs. I got to the courts and sat on a rock wall while I waited for my partner, watching

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That's right, suckas, It's Thursday morning, which, when you're unemployed, is like any Saturday morning, except quieter. After tennis I have a phone interview, then a doctor's appointment, then I'll have a few hours to look for a job.Matty's birthday has happened, but we're going to celebrate on Sunday. Every day in November counts as Matty's birthday.

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Today Matty is just a little bit older than me, as he will always be, no matter how many birthdays he amasses, a sparkling pile of years that collect like grains of sand in the bottom of a very large hourglass. Still spry despite time's ravages, Matty has escaped the toll that the decades can take and I only hope that I fare just as well as he has. I've always looked up to Matty as a sort of

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I went for an extra-long run. I passed this group of possibly homeless people (they had sleeping rolls & shopping carts). As I jogged by, one asked me something inappropriate & insulting (clue: it had to do with the fact that he's a man and I'm a woman). I ran on for about 50 feet, but the question kept ringing in my ears, and with every step I got angrier and angrier. I mean, I've done this so

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I was this close -> <- to landing a job at Stanford University Press. . . I'd been through three interviews, and though they gave me that depressing story about me being "overqualified," I think I managed to convince them that though I'm super educated and though I can write, that doesn't make me overqualified to publicize books. I was told that I was one of the top candidates and that I'd be

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I watched it this afternoon, and while the plot is too unresolved and the crazy professor narrator seems kind of one-dimensional, this movie is visually quite stunning, and the director/writer/star, Cory McAbee, did a great job of marrying image to sound in this interesting little film, which I think borrows a bit from David Lynch and Sam Shepard. There's this bit about how the narrator can't

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On Friday I woke early. I went running, and then I rode my bike to Matty's place. After talking for a bit, we walked his dog to the Sutro Baths and sat on a wall. It was so warm out we didn't need jackets, and for the first time in a long while I realized that being alone is kind of great. I like forging ahead without having to accommodate anyone else. Even though lately things have been less

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Use caution – This route may be missing sidewalks or pedestrian paths.Walking directions to US Executive Mansion2,864 mi – about 39 days 2 hours xxx Belvedere StSan Francisco, CA 941171. Head south on Belvedere St toward Frederick St 404 ft2. Turn right at Frederick St 315 ft3. Turn left at Cole St 0.1 mi4. Turn right at Parnassus Ave 0.4 mi5. Slight left to stay on Parnassus Ave 0.3 mi6.

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Indignity #1I was let go and I lost my job. Bleah.Indignity #2Last night I was walking up Haight street when I passed a young guy who was holding a cardboard sign that said "I bet you a dollar you will read this sign." Though I sometimes give a dollar to a young woman who sings, I didn't hand the man my money. I passed him, and when I passed something sharp struck me in the middle of my back. It

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My housemate is in the midst of securing a place for her elderly mother. Which got me to thinking.When those of us who are between 30 and 50 years old, those many of us who don't have children — when we turn 70, we'll need to face those years with courage. I looked at this site called The Depression and Bipolar Support Alliance. They say 6 million people today have late-life depression, but only

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