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November 14, 2009

Barnes & Noble

Last Saturday the Beau and I went shopping. He said he needed a new brown coat and wanted to go earlier in the day rather than later.

October 31, 2009

Saying goodbye to Pittston

I was three years old when my father, Mario Taffera, opened his first store. It was December 6, 1986, when the doors to Convenient Food Mart, located at 142 South Main Street, Pittston, opened.

October 24, 2009

Expensive Eighteen

In less than two months, my beau and I will have been together for four years. In that time, we have attended 18 weddings. Yes, you read that right; I said 18 weddings in four years.

October 10, 2009

Pretty, witty, and gay

I celebrated yet another birthday last month. I am now 26 years young and one step closer to cashing in on that sweet AARP deal that I mentioned last year.

September 12, 2009

Second period

In high school, there are never really any surprises. You can always tell when a friend is mad at you, who has a crush on who, what classes are going to be easiest/hardest, and where you will sit in class.

August 15, 2009

Like second skin

When I was a little girl, I would build forts out of blankets in the middle of the living room. I would gather as many blankets as I could and use the sofa, the arm chair, the coffee table, whatever furniture was around to prop the fort up.

July 25, 2009

About me

Someone asked me the other day how well I knew myself. And, um, me being me, and having been me all of my life, that’s like, 25 years of together time, I think I know me pretty darn well. Follow me?

July 4, 2009

On moving

Well, it’s official. We’re home owners.

June 20, 2009

Sale pending

Should the gods above elect not to jinx me after officially putting this sentence in black ink, by the end of the month the roommate and I will be living in an honest-to-goodness house rather than an apartment. We will be home owners.

May 23, 2009

By land or by sea for me

Who wasn’t crossing their fingers?! Someone out there who read my previous article and/or who spoke with and knows me directly wasn’t crossing their fingers for me prior to my great escape to California. And, as a result of being less than a team player, I missed my flight!