Weekend Wanderer
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Weekend Wanderer: Becoming a Guardian in Montco
You might think Willie’s recent Alzheimer’s diagnosis could lead to not a lot of funny in this space. But to quote every cartoon ever, au…
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Weekend Wanderer: My Mercury Study
How, exactly, was my relationship with Indy defined by mercury? It starts with Discover magazine. I was on leave from work, out having breakfast with…
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Weekend Wanderer: The Mysterious Stock Investments
So, the stocks. Let’s start with Indy’s Maryland property, which took me two years to sell. Just as I had a buyer, Indy went to…
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Weekend Wanderer: A Curious Discovery in an Old Car
“You might want to brace yourself,” my husband said, handing me a small pleather portfolio and shaking off the day’s rain. He shook his head…
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Weekend Wanderer: My Secret Admirer
You want to know who sent the roses, am I right? The significance of the roses was easy. I was — Sorry. Give me a…
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Weekend Wanderer: An Odd Letter in the Afternoon Mail Had the Whole Family Abuzz
“You,” my husband said, gazing at me over the mail, “are never dull.” He passed me a letter from that afternoon’s mail delivery, addressed to…
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Weekend Wanderer: A New Diagnosis Means There’s More to Those Unfiled Taxes Than I Initially Thought
So, January didn’t just bring a new year. It brought a new diagnosis for Willie. Alzheimer’s disease. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it. I…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Can’t Sleep
I haven’t slept in days. It started with our security alarm, triggered at one o’clock in the morning. The alarm system texted me — kind…
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Weekend Wanderer: Ketchup, Hot Dogs, and ‘The Bear’
I’m bingeing The Bear. And I have eyeballs with nerves connected to my brain. So I’m somewhat bewitched by Jeremy Allen White. I can’t even…
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Weekend Wanderer: Where’s the Music?
So there I was, streaming Moonlighting in all its Bruce Willis glory. There was a scene in Moonlighting that, well — it didn’t change my…
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Weekend Wanderer: No Turbulence for Me, Thanks
Twenty years ago, I was flying from Denver to Telluride, Colorado. It was a small plane. Buddy Holly planes, I call them. I could see…
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Weekend Wanderer: The Dangers of Nominated Films
I had two days until I left to visit my daughter’s college in Florida. It was time to prepare. As in, time to watch Alligator…
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Weekend Wanderer: Heavy Is the Head That Watches ‘The Crown’
It’s time to put a period on The Dork Series. Or an apostrophe, am I right, guys? An apostrophe! Ahem. Anyway. I have spent most…
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Weekend Wanderer: A New Book and My Secret Passion
I’m calling these last few weeks of columns The Dork Series. Apostrophe love. Bad dancing. If I told you about the history courses I’ve taken…
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Weekend Wanderer: I’m Here to Preserve the Apostrophe
It all started with an article in The Guardian. The headline read “Hampshire villagers bring street’s apostrophe catastrophe to a full stop.” I clicked on…
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Weekend Wanderer: Will I Ever Be Cool?
I’ve been up to something on Sunday mornings. Besides, you know, bombarding you with words. It began two months ago. But its roots go back…
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Weekend Wanderer: I Tried Cupping
I want to talk to you about cupping. Relax. It’s not a sex thing. I think my editors would shut that down faster than January’s…
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Weekend Wanderer: The End of Tax Season … for Now
The tax return saga hurtles on. Working with Willie, I was finally — gloriously, spectacularly — able to access her online IRS account. And discovered…
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