
I’m afraid that all I really needed from this book was the title: Show Your Work.
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I’m afraid that all I really needed from this book was the title: Show Your Work.
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I plan to write about the process of recording Color of the Pen, much as I did in an earlier post about my previous song, Josie, but I’m drowning near the end of a semester. Someone asked for the lyrics, though, so I figured that shouldn’t take as long as a full post.
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My stint with a low-iodine diet, in preparation for the radiated iodine therapy, was fine, though I really missed two things: ice cream and hot sauce. (Not at the same time….)
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In “Good Luck and Cancer,” I wrote that my stint with cancer had lasted only three months from discovery to recovery. It turns out that this was a bit optimistic — though, I hope, not by much.
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Generally, I haven’t been too fazed by birthdays ending with a zero. 30, 40, even 50 didn’t feel that different from other years. But there’s something equal parts weird and mundane about turning 60.
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A couple weeks ago, a couple weeks before his sixteenth birthday, the Younger told me that he’s recently been on a “nostalgia kick.”
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