Five Star Friday's 239th Edition Is Brought to You By Barbara Ehrenreich

This week's Five Star Friday is brought to you by the passing of a beautiful grandmother, a good dog and her ability to steal cheese, an absolute paradise of an apartment building, finding the joy in reading, the practice of mindfulness, strangers becoming some of the most meaningful people in our lives, and

Barbara Ehrenreich

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David Shankbone

The secret of the truly successful, I believe, is that they learned very early in life how not to be busy. They saw through that adage, repeated to me so often in childhood, that anything worth doing is worth doing well.
     — Barbara Ehrenreich

Happy Friday!

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In Which I Am a Drag

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Polly Tropos

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Irretrievably Broken

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Her nose ran, sometimes. She was grumpy when she was in pain, or just when she had had enough. I have taken care of children, and I know that a runny nose is not the end of the world, but it alarmed me and I was squeamish about the spectacle of my grandmother drooling or spilling her food or failing to wipe her nose. I felt guilty for being afraid and disgusted. And then, this last visit, that fear and shameful recoiling were gone.

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Chanterelle, White Bean & Cheesy Roasted Kabocha Tacos

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Kristy Turner

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Keepin' It Kind

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When I found her in a shelter in northern California, I fell in love with her as soon as she tried to crawl inside my coat. I knew right then that she was the friend I had been looking for.

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One Apartment Building, Five Stories

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Marika Malaea

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The Hamazon

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Over the next year, random items appear like a nightmarish, neverending Hanukkah: dog poop, compost, chemical spills, urine, car oil, nail polish, rotten milkshakes, diapers, passed-out hookers, meat on a stick, and rancid clam chowder.
We eventually name it The Stairway to Hell.

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How I Learned to Read

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Jane Vandenburgh

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HuffPost Books

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I was working at an art-film moviehouse, couldn't afford a coat, but was buying books because this was now expected of me. Wright Morris told us in a seminar that the act of buying books was the only sacrament in the religion in which we hoped to become communicants, so if we were serious as writers we'd tithe.

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You Are Some Body

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Sady Doyle

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Rookie

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I was locking myself out of my own body, denying myself most of the pleasure of actually being in it. And I kept doing it for years, no matter how much I told the world about my feminist principles. You can know everything about the politics of beauty standards, genetics, and the millions of dollars spent each year making sure every female alive hates some part of herself so much that she will pay a major corporation to help her hide or change it—but then you look in the mirror and talk to yourself like the enemy anyway.

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The Random Placement of People

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Molly

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A Day In Mollywood

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The three hours that we spent in the hospital didn’t seem so long. The infant hospital gown didn’t seem so depressing when looking at my peacefully sleeping baby in his monkey pajamas. The swelling in Landon’s foot didn’t seem like the end of the world.
All because a stranger who sat one seat away from me at the pharmacy down the street told me his story. It got me thinking about the random placement of people in our lives.

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