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Road Rage

Road Rage

At the red light, at the exit of my office’s parking lot, I slowly edged out a little bit, trying to see if I could make a right turn onto the main road.   The road was packed with bumper to bumper traffic.  I made eye contact with the driver who was stuck where my traffic light was.  He was unable to clear it due to the congestion.  I didn’t expect the driver to be gracious and let me pass.  …

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Too close for comfort

Too close for comfort

“Hilary, there are flowers for you here,” my office’s receptionist sung into the phone as she called me from our other location, which is about half a mile from where I work.    “Flowers?  For me? There? That is so strange.  Who are they from?” I asked.   “I don’t know.  Come over and find out,” she happily answered.   “Alright,” I replied as I grabbed my car keys.  “I will come over.”  But, before I left my office I…

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How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

We sat around the table, six friends who haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.   The food was passed.  The wine was flowing.  We joked.  We laughed.  The mood was light, and levity filled the air.    But then, as if a cool wind blew, the mood changed, instantly.  Someone asked the question, “How is Walter doing?”  The answer wasn’t good.  Walter wasn’t well.  Walter was actually in very bad shape, and it was clear, Walter wasn’t going…

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Help Wanted

Help Wanted

It was about twelve years ago that I conducted my first job interview. As I questioned the candidate, it became obvious to me that I was more nervous than he was. As I fumbled my way through my inquiries, I realized I had no idea what I was doing. Fortunately, I managed to get through it, and over time, I was able to hone in my interview skills.     Although I have improved, interviewing is still one of my…

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A rose by any other name…

A rose by any other name…

I was recently emailing with one of my friends that I have met through blogging. In conversation, she said, “We bloggers are a resilient bunch.”     I had to stop and read that sentence multiple times, as it threw me for a loop. I kept questioning the fact that she called me a blogger. Am I a blogger, I wondered? I while I have been blogging for a year and a half, I still don’t think of myself as…

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