Jessie Raymond
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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.
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Jessie Raymond: Knitwear designers like a mystery
It’s too warm and humid to knit right now. But that hasn’t stopped me from browsing for knitting patterns online.
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Jessie Raymond: Laundry game leaves her hanging
I’ve been playing a fun new game almost every day this summer. I call it Clothesline Chicken.