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  • Why Lance?

    Because the word blog sounds like something that comes out of a person's nose. This blog is named after my old friend Sarah's manifestation of a dreamy Wyoming cowboy named Lance.

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    I'm a journalist who spends my Mondays through Fridays writing other people's stories, a chronic procrastinator who needs structure. I once quit my job to write a book and like most writers, I made up excuses why I couldn't keep at it.

    My boyfriend fiancé husband Joe (and new baby Henry) like to sleep in late on the weekends, which means I end up browsing celebrity tabloid websites while our dog snores under the covers.

    I created Lance to better spend that time. I thought maybe it would jump start a second attempt at writing a novel.

    I'm itching to get The Move On, as my dad likes to say. I'm 26 27 28 29 and I'm afraid if I don't start now, I'll get caught up in something else.

    We all do.

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    If you're new here and looking for nirvana, read this post.

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Archive for November, 2008

On being rescued.

22 Nov 2008

My father taught me how to swim.  I was maybe 5 or 6 years old, and it was in a kidney shaped inground pool in Myrtle Beach, S.C. It had a water slide and a rock waterfall.  My father and I were in the shallow end, and I wasn’t wearing arm floaties. He instructed me [...]

Posted in arm floaties, courage, Dad, deadly distractions, drowning, mushy anecdotes, Myrtle Beach, North Collins, rescue efforts, safety nets, South Carolina, swimming, water slides by: heidi
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Luck, faith and benevolent Canadians.

06 Nov 2008

Glorious sleep. Glorious, frothy dream-filled sleep! Keep it coming, Mr. Sandman. After spending both September and October fending off nightmares, I’m thrilled to report that November has been less cruel to my fretful unconscious. Employed as a nanny for seven sniveling children, I would dream horrible things. Dreams that would wake me in the middle [...]

Posted in adventures in real estate, barack obama, Canada, CVS, d-bags, election 2008, freelancing, moccasins, Mr. Belvedere, nanny job from hell, Rattletrap Car, road trippin, thongs, Western NY, whale tails by: heidi
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Losing the hockey mom vote.

04 Nov 2008

Before I leave to cover U.S. Rep. Vern Buchanan’s election party at the Sarasota Hyatt, I thought I’d share with you this anecdote: My mother, who hasn’t voted in an election since 1980, cast her vote today at the Langford Fire Hall in North Collins, NY.  In a rural Erie County farming town that still [...]

Posted in barack obama, Buffalo, d-bags, election 2008, Marshalls, mom, North Collins, politics, vern buchanan, Western NY by: heidi
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