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I have FOMOphobia

As I was working out the other morning, perusing an article in I think it was an old Glamour magazine that was on the rack at the club, I learned that I have FOMOphobia. Yes, I have an affliction called Fear Of Missing Out. And I discovered that it doesn’t lie dormant, and it’s been festering for…

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Outta Bounds

Fairly recently, unwittingly and unknowingly, I crossed the line.  I stepped way out of bounds. What I thought was cute and fun was, in fact, not cute and fun. At all. My intent was absolutely benign and pure and innocent. What I did was spontaneous and,  I thought, oh-so-clever. But what matters most is that she didn’t….

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Puppy Love

We lost our beloved, sweet, 14 1/2-year-old, perfectly-shaded yellow Lab, Mia, on Saturday, December 14. She was our fifth family member, who just happened to have been born with copious amounts of “hair” and four legs. She had not one mean bone in her body. She cried with us after our 18-year-old Sonny cat died five years ago….

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Just Breathe . . .

  cheaper viagra (For my approximately eight other readers who didn’t see this in the November issue of Gold River Messenger, here ya go.) Halloween has come and gone, which means that Thanksgiving and Christmas and Hanukkah, et al., are on their way, which means we have to do our regular everyday stuff, on top of…

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Sleepful in Sacramento

When we turned our clocks back one hour last Saturday night, besides wishing I could turn back time to, say, 1982, I was excited. Because it meant an extra hour of sweet, sweet slumber. I love sleep. I love to sleep. I love to talk about sleep. And I’m really, really good at it. So good, in…

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Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow

Fleetwood Mac was in Sac a few months ago!  Chuck and I could not and would not pass on seeing them. So we went. And we had a wonderful evening. I mean, who wouldn’t love communing with their inner-1976-ish self while watching Stevie and Mick do their thing? kamagra online with next day shipping So we met…

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Living a "well-dashed" life

Tomorrow, September 13, marks 14 years since my Dad passed away. (I HATE you, colon cancer. I really, really do.) In the summer of 1999, when I knew that my Dad was nearing the end of his life, I discovered a poem that really resonated with me. It’s called The Dash. I remember reading it to…

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Cyber Catastrophe — A True Story

My husband and his siblings are fortunate enough to have recently moved their mom (my sweet mother-in-law) up here from Southern California. She's happy, making new friends, and getting healthier every day. Life is good! online essay writer What rides tandem with relocating a parent, though, is the whole financial thing — how and where to put…

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The Four Roads

My mom is a lucky woman. She just turned 80 in December. She gets to celebrate her daughter’s 60th birthday (not mine!) next month. She’s seen each of her four grandkids graduate from college. And perhaps the coolest thing of all is her ability, via her iPad, Facebook and texting, to keep track of each…

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I Was Robbed. Literally.

A normal, routine, mellow summer evening turned into a creepy, ugly event this last Tuesday. cheap cialis with no prescription needed So I was at Trader Joe’s. I had just made my three-bag purchase of groceries. I placed them in the back of my SUV, returned the cart to those cart- stasher thingys, and got…

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About Me

It's true! Despite playing defense virtually all my life against the onslaught of this sometimes-ugly aging process, it...has...arrived! I naively thought I would escape cellulite (the Cottage Cheese) and crow's feet (the Crepe Paper). But I didn't! And why didn't anyone tell me about this emotional roller-coaster that comes with being an Empty-Nester?! My name is Jodie Barringer Myers. I'm a 54-year-old Friday/chardonnay/ hydrangea-loving wife/mom/court reporter living in Sacramento (Gold River!), California. Writing is cathartic for me. And because I look to find humor and humility among the rubble that is my now very peri-menopausal self, I'm hopeful that you will laugh, cry, learn, enjoy and, most of all, relate to what I have to say. After all, we're all in this together, right?

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