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About temprafaye

I am a consultant grant writer who needs an outlet for creative writing. Not that grant writing can't be creative, and of course I love my work, but when funding is on the line, you have to follow the rules. So I am starting a blog...just like the millions of other people out there. Sorry.

Embracing Quirkiness: The Case for Airbnb

I carefully place my brown Eddie Bauer overnight bag on the floor, shake my backpack and purse from my shoulders, and look around. A litter box, which appears to be clean, is in the corner of the room. Dozens of … Continue reading

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My Body: Judgement -or- Are Women Supposed to be Fat?

I’m okay if I can still see a shadow under each cheekbone. I try to ignore my neck, which though slender and relatively long, in this light, is clearly wrinkling. And attached to the top of my neck and the … Continue reading

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The Awkward Hugs I’ve Known

I’m not the first person to write about hug awkwardness. I just read a Reader’s Digest column by humor writer Mary Roach on the subject, and life coach/self help writer Martha Beck describes a disastrous mis-hug with a client in … Continue reading

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“At Least He Died Doing What He Loved”

About eight years ago, I was writing grant proposals for a land trust on the North Coast of California. The Executive Director, who’s fiancé was a former river rafting guide turned realtor, took us on a team-building exercise of rafting … Continue reading

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If I Had Cleaned

Death by spider would be a pretty tough way to go. The thing is, they don’t actually kill you—not right away. They ensnare you in a sticky trap. Maybe only your left foot is caught, but caught it is, and … Continue reading

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Sunny with a Chance of Tomatoes: August Notes from a Chico Garden

I inhale the smell of damp earth and acrid fermentation. I look down to see a giant, half rotten Better Boy centimeters from my right elbow, which is holding me in a modified plank as I stretch my arm up … Continue reading

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My 10-Day Silent Meditation Retreat (yes, me)

“Where are the goddamn bananas? It’s Day Nine and apparently we are now out of bananas. My breakfast for the last eight days has been oatmeal with raisins and bananas and a cup of black tea. This, followed by a … Continue reading

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