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No Leaving Sandra Bland Behind | Outlaw Mama
https://outlawmama.com/2015/07/27/no-leaving-sandra-bland-behind
My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. No Leaving Sandra Bland Behind. The morning of the race was the sticky hot that reminded me of Houston in August. Think: running a half marathon in a steam room with 13,000 people. I never thought of not running because of (1) the 150.00 fee for the privilege of running down the street so hell no I’m not going back to bed, and (2) a masochistic streak I’ve been cultivating over four decades. That must be scary. Half a mile from the end...
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eating | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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How I Feel Running v. How I Look In Pictures Where I’m Running | Outlaw Mama
https://outlawmama.com/2014/11/17/how-i-feel-running-v-how-i-look-in-pictures-where-im-running
My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. How I Feel Running v. How I Look In Pictures Where I’m Running. If I run more than 30 minutes, I start to envision my body lean and fat-free. Like a Kenyan. I picture myself long, graceful, lithe. I get a tremendous amount of pleasure during these extended visualizations of my gazelle-like legs propelling me ever onward. Then, I see a picture of myself running. Is that how I really look? Just like the ice bucket challenge. At least you...
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ethics | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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pickles | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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food | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Something to Put a Pickle On. I want something to put a pickle on. That’s my whine every night as I ride home on the crowded #3 bus. At least it is ever since Jeff and I decided to eat vegan. I’ve never said it out loud, this pickle prayer, but if I did, it would sound ridiculous. Why are you eating vegan? That’s the question everyone asks. If I had a better answer to that, then this whole thing would be going better. I was trying to m...
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My Version of Elevator Chit-Chat | Outlaw Mama
https://outlawmama.com/2012/07/15/my-version-of-elevator-chit-chat
My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. My Version of Elevator Chit-Chat. The following is a true story:. I got into the elevator on the way to my therapist’s office (18th floor). A man wearing scrubs got in right behind me and pushed the button for the 19th floor. He was wearing the full scrubs get-up, including that shower-cap-looking head covering. He was holding a plastic baggie full of what looked like leftovers from lunch. Me: Is that a human heart? Him: I am a dentist.
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First Post: An Introduction | Outlaw Mama
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My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. First Post: An Introduction. Dressed in matching sailor suits. (I should probably add to their therapy funds.). OUTLAW: (n.) A person who refuses to be governed by the established rules or practices of a group; rebel; nonconformist. OUT OF LAW: (n.) A person who has left the practice of law; one who no longer practices law for her profession. How can I build on my former legal life? There are so many angles to cut ourselves on. This pr...
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Should I Run To Target Right Now For Half-Priced Easter Crap? | Outlaw Mama
https://outlawmama.com/2014/04/21/should-i-run-to-target-right-now-for-half-priced-easter-crap
My rules. My transgressions. My stories. First Post: An Introduction. Should I Run To Target Right Now For Half-Priced Easter Crap? Ya’ll, I can’t think straight right now. My brain is so addled with guilt that it feels like I have cotton balls where my gray matter should be. Instead of having a thinker that can hum with solutions and solve complex problems, all mine is good for is removing nail polish. Last week to get the stuff, and. So, which is it? Did I do a good thing or a lazy thing? This entry wa...