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Today in Columnists: Liz Moody - Out Of My Mind
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This just in: Teens drink more than just punch
I have a confession to make. When my dad tipped his cognac-filled glass to me in Vegas to toast my 21st birthday and I smiled and took a sip of my vodka and diet Coke, it was not my first drink. No, that was back at the sweet young age of 15, when I decided that the best way to fully experience German culture was to drink 14 apple juice and amarettos in a row, then gracefully have a seizure in front of the guy with whom I was flirting. This was what one might call a "learning experience." I learned, for instance, that German hospitals have surprisingly delicious food, which, (along with the morphine I got for my dislocated shoulder) made the experience quite delightful. I also learned that the rest of Germany isn't quite as delightful with a huge padded sling around my shoulder, which pressed my arm tightly to my body during a record-breaking heat spell. I may not have picked up the suave persona or the effortless sexiness that Europeans all seem to innately possess, but by the end of the summer I had that lovely, "au natural" smell down pat.
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Flowers, calves secrets to romance in Poland - Published 04/01/07
The hot-pink suitcase lay open on the floor, its contents strewed about the room.
It's time to D.A.R.E. to be different - Published 10/05/06
When I was in the fifth grade, my favorite outfit was my D.A.R.E. T-shirt, matched perfectly with an acid-washed miniskirt and red foam sandals.
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