Jessie Raymond
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Jessie Raymond: Sometimes nature really stinks
It was no coincidence that, one pre-dawn morning last week, Mark and I were having almost identical dreams. In them, we were running around warning people that the…
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Jessie Raymond: You don’t know me; let’s talk
I was standing in the bulk spice section of the co-op the other day, scooping a portion of dried thyme leaf into a little bag, when I noticed…
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Jessie Raymond: Flat feelings on Stanley cup craze
These days, everybody wants a Stanley cup. When I first heard that, I thought, “Well, if they want it bad enough, they’ll learn to play some damn good…
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Jessie Raymond: Never look a gift sheep in the mouth
Gift etiquette can be complicated. It’s hard to know how much to spend on a coworker’s shower gift, what to get for the person who has everything or…
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Jessie Raymond: An AI humor column? Not yet
I’ve heard that someday, on its unstoppable and accelerating march to becoming sentient and subjugating humanity, artificial intelligence (AI) is going to put writers out of work.
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Jessie Raymond: Finally, a Christmas surprise?
“Create a diversion!” I never imagined saying that in real life. I don’t think the UPS driver knew what to make of it either.
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Jessie Raymond: Forgotten date turns memorable
Mark and I celebrated our 29th anniversary this past weekend. Things did not go the way I had planned.
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Jessie Raymond: Thanksgiving prep takes its toll
Regardless of the day, I was always going to treat this as the biggest meal of the year; that’s the whole point of Thanksgiving. There are no Thanksgiving…
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Jessie Raymond: Cool story leads to crushing end
A decade ago, I got rejected by the producers of “This American Life.” I’m still not over it.
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Jessie Raymond: Miss Fidget meets posture issues
When I was a kid, my mother sometimes called me “Tabitha Twitchit,” less for my resemblance to the Beatrix Potter character and more for my inability to stay…
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Jessie Raymond: Diving deeply into compost(ing)
I’ve recently dipped my toe — not entirely metaphorically — into compost. I don’t know much about composting yet, but I plan to be unbearable on the subject…
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Jessie Raymond: It’s my transport, not my identity
You know the kind of person who takes great pride in the car they drive and spends all kinds of time and money accessorizing and maintaining it? I am…
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Jessie Raymond: A picky eater grows up… slowly
I got my nutrients from the handful of raw vegetables I deemed acceptable and the fortified goodness of my morning Cap’n Crunch.
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Jessie Raymond: Fantasy draft mishap causes spat
Our fantasy football league held its draft the other night. I’m glad that’s over.
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Jessie Raymond: Wet weather bites. So do the bugs
Now that it’s not raining every hour of every day (a refreshing change), I’ve been getting outside more. And I’m finding this summer’s mosquito population to be over-represented…
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Jessie Raymond: Save me from the sound of silence
I’m not addicted to constant sound. It’s just that if I have to endure more than 30 seconds without it, I get antsy.