Tag Archives: Recognition Day

Beverage Day

I used to be a boozy girl. Given a choice, I would choose the cocktail. My mother tells a story of me going around a party during my first New Year’s Eve on this earth and dipping my pacifier in … Continue reading

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Melanoma Day

Growing up, my dad was always the one who burned to a crisp if he spent any time outdoors. It seems odd, then, that he never got any kind of skin cancer. My mother’s family, on the other hand … … Continue reading

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45s Day

For a long, long time, records were a big part of my life. My parents had gobs of 33s—so many that my mother commissioned a friend to make her a piece of furniture to serve the dual purpose of holding … Continue reading

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Paranormal Day

A million years ago, I wrote a book about a murder trial. You can still buy it (just look to the right). The year the book came out, the historic site where the murder (and the trial) took place held … Continue reading

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Truffle Day

Truffles are my mother’s favorite chocolate. When I was a kid, I honestly did not know that places like See’s or Fannie May or Godiva even made other confections—I didn’t even know there were different kinds of truffles. It was … Continue reading

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Purebred Dog Day

I know it’s unpopular, but I have to admit that I like dogs that are discernible breeds. I grew up with Irish setters. I adore golden retrievers (obviously). I have a friend who breeds poodles. My own experiences with my … Continue reading

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Oatmeal Cookie Day

Today is also Honesty Day, when you’re supposed to answer all questions honestly. So here’s the truth: I like oatmeal cookies. I really like them with chocolate chips (but not raisins, which is not the oatmeal’s fault). But I never … Continue reading

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We Jump the World Day

To me, this is an unfortunate name. Getting jumped is a bad thing. Jumping the world? Good chance someone will retaliate. (Or everyone ends up electrocuted, if you are of a more automotive-minded nature.) That’s not what it means, though. … Continue reading

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Cubicle Day

I have worked in any number of spaces, working my way up to the office-esque gold standard of an office with a door I could close. Concession stands, cashier stations, copydesk bullpens, and cubicles, pretty much in that order. (I … Continue reading

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Tell a Story Day

As my husband will attest, “tell me a story” is my favorite demand to place on just about anyone I encounter. My grandfather always acquiesced to this demand the same way: “I’ll tell you the story of Mary Morey,And now … Continue reading

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