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3 days ago |
shorelinemedia.net | Mary Beth Crain
Today is supposed to hit 81 degrees. Ordinarily, that wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for the beginning of June. But we had such an unusually chilly May, it feels like 100. Just a reminder that summer’s on the way, and so is the heat. When it’s really hot and humid, I have to get creative. I have one window air conditioner in my upstairs apartment, and it cranks away above and beyond the call of duty.
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1 week ago |
shorelinemedia.net | Mary Beth Crain
As everyone knows, an efficient kitchen makes the world go round. As someone who loves to cook–I used to cater in Los Angeles and have a nationally published cookbook--I’ve dreamed of the perfect kitchen all my life. Sad to say, I’ve never had it, but I have come close. That particular kitchen was in the house I lived in for three years. It was big, had lots of counter space, new appliances, and, PTL, a dishwasher. The latter propelled me into the 21st century–or so I thought.
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2 weeks ago |
shorelinemedia.net | Mary Beth Crain
One of life’s most important decisions involves naming your cat. This is a task that demands time and thought. Do you think of a name first and then find a cat who best suits it? Or is it the opposite, a cat with a personality that just screams Brutus or Champagne Sally? Whatever route you take, one thing’s certain; a cat and its name have to go together.
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1 month ago |
shorelinemedia.net | Mary Beth Crain
In high schools all over the country, it’s prom time. In my day, which was somewhere between the dawn of civilization and four-wheel drive, prom was a huge deal. It was the year’s final judgement on your social status. Unless you were really popular, you nervously hoped and prayed that A) you’d have a date, and B) that date wouldn’t be the bottom of the barrel. If you were a guy, you had to work up enough nerve to ask your dream girl, praying with sweaty palms that she wouldn’t turn you down.
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1 month ago |
shorelinemedia.net | Mary Beth Crain
For some reason, I’m recalling an unsolicited e-mail I received a few years back. It was one of those sales pitches, the kind I usually dump without even bothering to read it. But this time, the subject caught my attention. The opening line read: “Is your toilet intelligent?”Oh, yeah. My toilet is so intelligent we have many conversations, about things deep and philosophical. I’ve learned so much from my toilet that I’d rather visit the bathroom than the library.
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