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Mohammed of Hackensack versus The ACA Website
“Since October 1, 2013, my then-63-year-old husband and I had spent hours and hours and hours, online and on the Affordable Care Act 800-Number, trying simply to enroll for ‘Obamacare.’ We would both…
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The Rubbing Together of My Thighs: A Few Words About Fat
“My long-running if shallow rumination on women and weight, women and fat, women and body image really began in the college dorms of the University of Georgia at Athens, and continues to this…
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The Boy-Shooter at The Paramus NJ Mall
“I don’t know Richard Shoop’s whole story. I know well the pizza place where he worked, and the supportive family who run the place. I’m sure Richard’s handed off pizzas to my husband…
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Reader, I Did Get My Flu Shot
“I’ve been deathly afraid of shots since early childhood, when my uncle, Dr. Jeff Newton Webb, of Seneca, South Carolina, who loathed little children (and, now, I do see his point, on occasion),…
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Race to The Foggy Bottom: Toddler Nation
“When I attempt to describe the culture in which I live to residents of countries where excellence is still pursued, citizens still engage with one another in rational, multifaceted discourse, literacy is increasing,…
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Tweet Me No Tweets: Facing Up to Facebook & All Other Small Screens
“I have a cell phone and, were I to be stranded by the roadside, or set upon by Java midlets, I would use it but, otherwise, it is turned off. I’m not even…
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My Late, Great Bipolar Friend: A Sphere in Flatland
“I actually prefer the old term, ‘manic depression,’ to the new term for what Sally dealt with: bipolar disorder. Bipolar disorder sounds like something tetchy and small; something amiss amongst the spark plugs;…
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In The Shadow of The Giant Peachoid: Upstate South Carolina BBQ
“The dives I snuck into back in the late 60s in Athens, Georgia were after-hours clubs often raided by the local police. They were unique in being “integrated” establishments: as throughout that entire…
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Native Speakers of Cancerspeak
“Considering their diminutive proportions, my breasts have generated hubbub and alarm incommensurate with their size, and I’ve weathered angst-ridden weeks, enduring mammograms, ultrasounds, and biopsies, and then awaiting test results. Where are those…
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Summer Houseguests
Ruminant With A View By Elizabeth Boleman-Herring “Hospitality is making your guests feel at home, even if you wish they were.”—Anonymous “Staying with people consists in your not having your own way, and…