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I just finished reading Stacy Schiff’s Cleopatra. It was okay; I gave it 3 stars on Goodreads, then put it in my book bag as a donation to wherever, since I don’t plan to read it again. My takeaway was this: 1. Politicians were incredibly corrupt. 2. The 1% ruled the world and didn’t give a shit about the remaining 99%. 3. A truly powerful woman will certainly not be a saint, but she will undoubtedly engender all...

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When my girls were little, we’d do the obligatory dying of the dozen eggs, then Bob would hide them all in the yard for Easter. One child found her six eggs quickly; the other found the event extremely frustrating. She was usually relieved when the other took charge and found them all. Both loved eating the eggs once they were deviled, of course. Each one got a relatively small Easter basket filled with fun miniature chocolates....

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Besides obsessively playing Candy Crush Saga, I occasionally play this bizarre role-playing/trivia game on my phone called Quiz RPG: World of Mystic Wiz. You roam around sort of medieval/fantasy settings and collect spirits, all of which are beautifully drawn. You encounter enemies/bosses and have to answer trivia questions in order to proceed. Yes, I know it’s goofy, but it’s good for distracting your mind from other more...

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I was looking at a pre-made jar of gravy which suggested throwing some leftover Thanksgiving food in a pan, pouring said-gravy all over it, and baking it as a casserole.  This seemed entirely without nuance, akin to what my late mother would undoubtedly call a turkey version of “shit on a shingle.”  Yes, my mom developed quite a taste for cursing after working at a high school in the Albuquerque Public School system…...

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