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Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and you will receive our stories in your inbox. in the courtyard of the Getty Museum, looking at the ghosts of about 9 years spent working there. a small backpack on my shoulders, headphones over my ears and I would negotiate the commute to work, taking the tu*e, resurfacing to the street, all the while oblivious to the thousands of Londoners around me. snap decisions, to following my proverbial guts, whether it’s buying a sweater or accepting a job. If something feels right, nothing much sofagi*l’s words: “Someone it would be great to have a co*ktail with.” what I was good at and would not refrain from admitting it; and I would gladly accept compliments from fellow students or teachers. it: like Margaret Renkl says in the op-ed in today’s NY Times, from which the following pas*age is excerpted, I do miss ovulation; the skin that hangs off the muscles is not what I love to see first thing in the morning but. But I have gone back to sleeping soundly, I have reinvented myself and I feel really good in my sagging skin.  before starting, the machine asked me to input my weight and age and then off it went….at snail’s pace. I am no marathoner, and I might be closer to retirement than I would like to believe, but I can run harder and faster than a robotic treadmill thinks. I was frankly me of electricity.  Relentless heat, after a couple of weeks of reprieve.Clouds hang over the beach, making the prospects of walking on the sand rather unbearable, it is so humid. Who knew my straight hair could get frizzy? Cake and I have come to an equitable compromise: I will eat cake – on occasion – or other sweet treats, only if made by me. talk, a hook to hang my political hopes on, to counter the barrage of cruelties, follies and indecencies that, as an American citizen, I am you. I will buy the food and get the drinks and set the table and do the cooking, and I will clean up after. And when I come to your house,