<div style="margin: 12px 0px; font-family: arial; color: #333333; background: #ffffff; border: solid 4px #e5e5e5; width: 100%; clear: left;"><div class="CM_CTB_Content_Wrap" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;background-color: #ffffff;"><div style="border-bottom: solid 1px #dcdcdc; white-space: nowrap; margin-bottom: 8px; background-color: #eeeeee ;background-image: url(http://www.clipmarks.com/images/source-bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; height: 24px; line-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle; padding-bottom: 4px; color: #666666; font-size: 10px;" ><a href="http://clipmarks.com/clip-to-blog/" title="see clips that are hot right now"><img src="http://content.clipmarks.com/blog_embed/1e86a358-09a8-4172-9ff1-5a292fb717e1/104D305B-AF1C-467A-A93E-09A829A20402/" alt="" width="19" height="19" border="0" style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 0px 4px; display: inline; border: none; float:none;" /></a>clipped from <a title="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#" style="font-size: 11px;">www.nytimes.com</a></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#"><div align="center"><img src="http://content9.clipmarks.com/blog_cache/www.nytimes.com/img/B77DE536-BBBD-4064-9170-C9EAEE91CBF3" alt="" /></div></blockquote><div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#"><SPAN class="bold">In my 30-some-odd</SPAN> years I have seen my mother act many ages, but never had I seen her act like a vain, fretful teenager.</blockquote><div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#">After an excruciating, loveless marriage, her second husband had died of cancer, but not before burning her house down — and very nearly killing everyone — with a cigarette butt flicked carelessly into some fresh mulch.</blockquote><div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#"><P>“Mom . . . ,” I said during a commercial one day, as coyly as possible, “do you ever think about dating?”</P></blockquote><div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#"><P>“Well, there are wonderful men on the Internet.”</P></blockquote><div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#">But after a few days we found and recruited a decent one, with whom I began to exchange increasingly innuendoed missives.</blockquote><div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#"><P>“So how does this work now?” she asked after a moment, turning fully toward me.</P></blockquote><div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"></div><blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/18/magazine/18lives-t.html?ref=magazine#"><P>“I mean, can you kiss or . . . 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