Cynthia Harrison
Novelist
Tag: 50-Something
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Clueless
A beautiful young girl smiles down at the pavement as she walks by the construction site. She’s smiling because the guys are whistling a reverent weet-woo. She’s looking good and she knows it. I was pretty for about a minute in 1976, but I was never that girl. I was simply oblivious. In my 20s,…
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An Abundance of Posts
Here’s my latest 50-Something post. And I finally got around to collecting most of my 50-Something entries to archive here. I am not sure if I got them all, and they are not in the right order, but they’re home. I couldn’t figure out any other way to import them except to group them all below.…
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Boxing Christmas
Although I am not fond of gift-wrapping, I adore the end result: all those pretty presents under the tree. So yesterday afternoon I gathered tissue, tags, and ribbon and set to work. Hours later, I only had four wrapped presents under the tree and two of those had been hastily plunked into gift bags. Everything…
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The Twitch
I had this twitch in my upper lip. Or more precisely in the area between my upper lip and the nostrils scientists call “Repository B for Wrinkles.” I was not making this twitch up to get free Botox from my doctor. In fact, due to a few incidents from the past, calling my doctor was…
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Holiday Feasting
Being a vegetarian at a Christmas party is not easy. At the first in a long line of holiday festivities, I was able to eat two items: bread and cake. The next morning I had a massive sugar hangover. It doesn’t help that I’ve known most of my friends longer than I’ve been a vegetarian.…