Roots of Friendship

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Theme: The personal rituals shared between lady friends.

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Written by Melissa

One thing I’m not good at is routine or rituals. I find it a struggle to stick to a rigid timetable. I’m the queen of variation. Was amongst those who skipped with joy at the introduction of flexible work hours. And “lady rituals” are a no no. It’s a struggle to put deodorant on. I wax my legs only because it means I don’t have to bother with them for another six weeks, and even then, my work is patchy, literally. Too many summer engagements when I’d look down to see a hairy bracelet around one ankle. I avoid any interference with my bikini line as I’ve found pruning requires extra effort and any hair with follicles like eagle claws deserves to stay there. They only punish you with in-growing hair and puss bubbles. Besides there’s never a good time to own an itchy crack. Continue reading

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Like we never left off

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Theme: The personal rituals shared between lady friends.

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Written by Kat

Monday. Writing day. But first, a call to Edinburgh. There is the usual Skype confusion before the line settles and we segue into the events of the prior week, a vast improvement from the days when emails were exchanged between Bishkek and DC. She patiently juggles the teething baby while I feel the deliciously potent coffee siphon through my veins, and gamely over-share my stream of consciousness. It’s the Seinfeld of catch-ups. Once we disconnect, I’m nostalgic for the live version. Continue reading

Never Mind the Manners

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Theme: When something changes – good or bad. A twist of events, an unexpected turn of events, a change in the wind, weather, love, whatever.

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Written by Natasha Young*, Brilliant Guest Blogger

There was once an episode of the British comedy programme The Mighty Boosh called ‘Nanageddon’. A diminutive grandmother was the devil incarnate and she summoned an evil hoard of elderly killer knitters. Were that to happen in real life, those grannies would be Catalan and the mayhem would start in Barcelona. Continue reading

Things Are As They Are

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Theme: When something changes – good or bad. A twist of events, an unexpected turn of events, a change in the wind, weather, love, whatever.

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Written by Sharon

On New Year’s Eve, I got chicken pox. I have always liked to do things my own way, but second-time pox at the age of 34 was pushing it. What was going on?

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Time Ticks By So Slowly

Theme: When something changes – good or bad. A twist of events, an unexpected turn of events, a change in the wind, weather, love, whatever.

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Written by Jessica

Right now, change is like another person who lives in my house, though change doesn’t pay rent. (Change is apparently a squatter.) I know that everything will be very different soon. I become more aware of it with every shirt that I can’t wear anymore and with every little kick I feel. I know that, for me and mine, nothing will ever be the same, and these next few months are the last pieces of my old life. My “Me and My Dude and My Dog” life, which currently involves a lot of sofa snuggles, snacks, and streaming TV. I won’t lie to you—it’s super great. Yet, with every new episode of Breaking Bad we watch, I become acutely aware that our evenings will be spent in a much different fashion than this, much sooner than I realize. At least, that’s what everyone keeps telling me.

Then why do I feel like it’s taking so… dang… LONG?

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A Love Letter to Improv and the People Who Do It

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My other family

Theme: When something changes – good or bad. A twist of events, an unexpected turn of events, a change in the wind, weather, love, whatever.

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Written by Meg

We all huddled outside the backstage door waiting to be introduced. The audience was hot – exactly the group you would want for a sold out show at SFSketchFest. The host for our performance was a comedian who has opened for Margaret Cho and was regularly slaying audiences around the city. We were bouncy with energy and dying to get on stage. The host commanded the audience to, “Welcome Chinese Ballroom!” and we ran on. As I performed a scene in which my teammate and I were feeding Shamu and a manatee some french fries, I marveled at how much has changed since we started rehearsing all those years ago. Continue reading

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Theme: When something changes – good or bad. A twist of events, an unexpected turn of events, a change in the wind, weather, love, whatever.

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by Laura Gene

I was waiting for silks class to begin. I hated waiting, and I also hated being early. But you can’t really have one without the other. That day I decided not to sit and people watch (okay, judge) and decided to hit the walkways of waxed tile in the seven-story mall next door. I trekked to the top, spiraling my way down floor-by-floor not seeing much of interest until I hit the 4th floor. There I found the most random store of kitschy fashion baubles and ironic couture. Continue reading