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Judy Mintz

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Family

Would you be able to humble yourself? (in Arlington Patch)

When Trayvon Martin was killed in Florida, by a member of the local neighborhood watch, the opinion and editorial pages had a lot to say.

Arts & Entertainment

Bahston Roller Derby (in Arlington Patch)

The Nutcrackers circled the track as the emcee introduced them. When he called Badonkey Kong’s name, a woman behind me screamed, “That’s my sistah!”

Living

If It Ain't Broke... (in Arlington Patch)

I bought a new toothbrush. (Sounds like the beginning of a Steven Wright joke, doesn’t it?) If it had been a plastic molded one, the kind you get from the dentist, there'd be nothing to write about.

Spam, spam, spam (in Arlington Patch)

Back in the day, we got oodles of spam in our email inboxes. Thanks to a robust spam filter and a husband who knows how to use it, those days are behind us.

Business

How to create loyal customers. (in Arlington Patch)

When I was still a young woman, I had to have a wisdom tooth out. I’d always been a coward and a visit to the dentist ranked high on my list of things to avoid.

Living

Strange Attachments (in Arlington Patch)

Some years ago, our daughter got a faux puppy as a gift. It looked just like a sleeping puppy curled up in a little dog bed.

Living

No Job? Then No Job! (in Arlington Patch)

I haven’t been working for a couple of years. Well, technically I have been working, but not for a salary.

Living

Do You Watch Downton Abbey? (in Arlington Patch)

When you ask someone if they’ve seen a particular show on television and they reply, “Oh, we don’t watch much television,” or worse, “We don’t own a television,” do you feel the sting?

Living

The Art of Branding (in Arlington Patch)

On a simple level, branding is the practice of naming a company or a product ─ anything really. You can even have a personal brand, something no one should be without.

Living

Kids Are 24/7 (in Arlington Patch)

One day, when I was in first or second grade, I walked home from school by myself, which was not all that unusual an occurrence back in the day.

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