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Proof of Life

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I’ve written before about my neighbor Bob’s cat, Tiger. Or actually, former cat Tiger. This wonderful kitty passed away last summer despite heroic treatments to save him. Bob was devastated. But a new and happy feline chapter has begun.

The family photographer

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Now that the holidays are well over, I think it’s appropriate to discuss the role of the family photographer, which is about as unappreciated a job as there is. Year after year, occasion after occasion, there is nothing but complaining as the (self- appointed) family archivist attempts to herd the surly assemblage into some kind of order and snap a few pics for posterity.

Supermarket Tiny Terrors

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The day before Easter, I was at the supermarket, which was crowded with ham and chocolate bunny shoppers. Among the other customers was a mom who had a 3-year-old girl in the cart’s seat and a 5-year-old boy riding in the basket. Every 10 seconds or so, the boy reached up and poked his sister in the back causing her to emit a soul-piercing shriek at the top of her considerable lungs. Mom, who was presumably suffering from adaptive catatonia, or alternatively had just undergone an elective lobotomy, never said a single word. Dead-faced, she plodded on.

Mirrorgate: The crime of the century

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The man who knocked on my front door pointed to the curb. “Is that your car? Instantly you know there’s no good news to be had. Which doesn’t, of course, keep you from fantasizing he’ll say, “I just wanted to say that I totally love those older model Toyota Corollas. Such classic lines. And SO affordable.”

Thanks for the non-memories

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When I considered whether to go to my 40th high school reunion — my first reunion ever — the first thing I thought about was whether I’d have to confront my high school nemesis, Medusa (not her real name).

Let Inga Tell You: The son also rises

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I get that sons need to separate from their mothers. But do they have to be so mean about it? I’m a nice person. So I wasn’t prepared for the fact that as my sons approached their senior years of high school they would suddenly turn on me.

Let Inga Tell You: The llama that went a-wool

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Every year on my sister’s birthday, I make a donation to Bat World Sanctuary in her name, and on mine, she contributes to Heifer International. While our choices of beneficence may suggest not-too-subtle metaphorical underpinnings, these are actually two of our favorite charities.

Pining for my glory days

Inga

Single mothers working at clerical jobs don’t have a lot of status in a place like La Jolla (OK, anywhere) but for a few years, there were two weeks a year where I owned this place. I had the official scale for the annual Cub Scout Pinewood Derby, the only scale that counted.

Encountering the ’70s

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You never hear the term anymore, but when my former husband and I first moved here in the 1970s, encounter groups were in full swing. For those who may have arrived in Southern California later, encounter groups were generally weekend or week-long unstructured group meetings of eight to 12 people plus a leader/facilitator with the alleged intent of increasing emotional expressiveness and communication, and promoting personal growth.

The Great Morgani leaves the sidewalk

Inga

It would probably surprise many people who know me (or then, maybe it wouldn’t) that one of the highlights of my life was waltzing to the Dr. Zhivago movie’s “Lara’s Theme” with a homeless guy on the sidewalk in downtown Santa Cruz serenaded by a space-alien-costumed accordion player named The Great Morgani. The homeless guy had asked me to dance and it would have been rude to decline. Plus, the opportunity to embarrass your two college-age sons? Oh, yeah.

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