It was a small-town fundraiser during a cool, clear October in the 1970s, but it’s a night that I’ll never forget.
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The Diet-Stress Paradox -or- Why Little Debbie’s to blame
“I need to go on a diet, ASAP,” I texted my best friend, Patti, while in the doctor’s examining room this week, “which only makes me want a hoagie.”
The misery of expecting company
On Monday morning, I sat at the kitchen island to write my To Do list for the week. Company was coming on Thursday, and there was much to do.
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“Anyone ready for a sandwich?” Fred asked, prompting me to wonder, “Is he completely insane?!” I was on Fred’s old sailboat, and not only was I too seasick to think of food …