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I watched the last tiny sliver of red churning sun sink into the desert somewhere between Santa Fe and Albuquerque, Mount Taylor a lingering shadow on the horizon. Its shape like the dark silhouette of a woman sprawled across the distance, her curvy hip reaching up to the sky in a purple haze that made her seem dreary. maybe it was that blissful fog of ecstasy that lingers after long, slow

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October 2005 were some pretty dark days for me.Among several catastrophes I can't begin to describe, a soldier, the only soldier from my husband’s unit, was killed by an IED. Already in a state of emotional instability, the print in the Sunday newspaper leapt at me and burned my insides. With no name attached to the lost soul in the article, I kept repeating “if it were him, you would have known

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Sometimes I really wish I paid better attention.This occurred to me last week when the VH-1 Rock Honors paid homage to The Who, the gods of Rock Gods.I saw The Who in 1989, on either a farewell tour or reunion tour, already proving my point that I really should pay better attention. But as quite common for me, rather than listening carefully to the finer details of life, my attentions were turned

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I marveled at the abilities of my ancestors as I stood at the top of an Aztec pyramid.I viewed the Emerald City from young impassioned eyes.I was numbed by the quiet pain radiating from the gaping hole of 9/11.I saw Tokyo Tower and lost my breath at the top of the Akasaka.I walked the hotel halls of Hollywood glamour, and the ghettos of Juarez.I saw Mount Fuji for 5.2 seconds.I could only imagine

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Check this out...its great commentary on the state and evolution of music.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdxkVQy7QLM

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Def Leppard squashed the last shimmering shard of hope held close to my rocker-chick heart that they still maintained a bit of coolness. They appeared live on Dancing with the Stars. No really. Live. As ballroom dancers whirled around them in sequins and bad self-tanner. I know, I know…people love this wholesome, family entertainment. Which is exactly why it disturbs me that Def Leppard would

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1. I am more athletic than I give myself credit for.2. I have a serious addiction to Flying Star.3. I need to listen to my body when its telling me its tired and quit telling it to stop being such a wimp.4. Keeping the promises I make to myself makes me feel a whole lot better.5. Hurling my emotions against a brick wall gets very tiring.

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Last June one of the soldiers from my husband's unit was killed in Iraq. Of all my personal experiences with the burdens of Iraq, memories of Sgt. C stuck with me oddly, even though I didn't really know him or his family.Sgt. C did his first tour in Iraq with my husband in a National Guard military police unit. When they returned, for reasons I will never understand, Sgt. C joined the regular

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I really started to believe my mom turned republican. I mean it was really starting to scare me.I guess with age comes a stronger conservative leaning, but she was about to fall over the edge. I first noticed it when she expressed how much she despised Al Gore. I disregarded it as a personal issue. Well as we all know, he lost the 2000 election and I really suspected she voted for Bush, but I'll

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So the month prior to the holidays, my life was consumed with Slash, hopelessly sending me further into my 80's flashback from which I'm not sure I have recovered. Oddly, my obsession with Slash's new autobiography was perfect timing with a recent pre-80s-flashback trip to Los Angeles. While there for a conference, I tormented my fellow conference attendees by dragging them up and down the Sunset

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So back to my flashback...My job often takes me on long trips across empty desert that invites the mind to wonder. Its truly un-glamorous travel but the scenic no-man's-landscapes never fail to surprise and with a subtle angle of lighting from the sunset or clouds hanging just right I manage to always see a different viewpoint. Plus it beats hanging around the office.A recent adventure across

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This was written on April 18, 2007 on the plane from Tokyo back home:I followed the lines as they curved like a serpant, sinking its teeth into you, sinking your teeth into me.I prayed to the Shinto gods for mercy.Chinese writing telling the story of your life, trailing the arch of your back.A story of which I streaked through momentarily.Not long enough.Etched into my mind like your tattoos...

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I've been having an 80's flashback. Not the "wow, I feel like listening to Depeche Mode" but some serious metal transport to my past life as a straight up Rock N Roll Hair Metal Girl- fringed white boots, big hair, and all. I haven't quite switched back to Aqua Net, but I have had visions of times when I did kill the Ozone before heading out on a Saturday night. I guess a series of events have

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