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Women! Someday is today Is motherhood instinctive or learned behavior? Both religion and science tell us that it is instinctive, much to the distaste of the feminist ideologists, who have never been overburdened by a solid grasp on either. But one need only watch the way in which a young girl mothers her stuffed animals
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TORRANCE, Calif. — When the Bishop Montgomery High School quarterback went down with a fractured leg, his replacement stepped in and completed four of five passes for three touchdowns. There’s nothing too unusual about that, except that the replacement quarterback was a girl. Miranda McOsker, 15, is one of 253 girls out of 100,000 high
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My run with the flu pushed me off track with my gym and weights routine, and screwed my eating habits. Well, no, that’s not true. My eating had been getting out of hand again as I was swallowed by stress, most of it having to do with trying to get the rewrites on the fantasy
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Oddly enough, I’ve still got God’s War slated to be finished by year’s end. Not sure how I’ll pull that off, but I’ve got a strong beginning, a strong outline, and strong research. I’ve taken some downtime for research recently, but this weekened should get me back into the groove. I’d also really like to
Seriously. Some people just suck at interviewing. Margaret Atwood takes her young interviewer to task. (thanks, Jenn)
Just a reminder, there are over 16,000 free books over at Project Gutenburg. It’s pretty cool.
Twisty, now uniboobal, is in recovery. If you’d like to send her some stuff to peruse, go for it: What I really need are mystery novels, or old movies, or even some good old patriarchy-affirming yet diverting SF. Email me.
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In the eighth grade, I had a science teacher who decided he was going to teach us about health and nutrition and exercise. I really liked the guy, all told, but he really, really didn’t like fat people. Well, no, I’ll amend that: he didn’t understand fat kids. Let’s call him Mr. H. This made
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