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Death is More Real Than Disney
The first time I ever visited the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland, I was terrified. As a kid, I was blessed with an overly active and vivid imagination. And I’d read too many “Tales From The Crypt” comic books. I had no understanding of death–no one I was close to had passed away. Surrounded by ghosts, creepy graveyards…
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When Layers Don’t Fit Evenly
I’ve made many a cake in my life. When the kids were younger, I ventured into the crazed area of character cakes. Making puppies, clowns and rocket ships from cut-up 13X9 cakes and assorted round layers. Not saying it was smart. Nor necessarily pretty to look at. The attempt was made. Success is always relative…
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Fly The Flippin’ Kite!
I’ve a dear friend up north who I don’t get to see often. We’re as different as any two people can be, but we get each other. We spent formative years together, when our kids were young, making many of the same mistakes. Getting frustrated about the same things. Being joyfully inappropriate. Just for fun.…
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The Really Bad Four Letter Word
I’m not an overly fearful person. I’ve mastered the art of staying home alone at night without turning on every light in the house. I’m not fond of snakes, but I’ve held my share of them. I love crazy roller coasters and when planes take sudden dips due to turbulence. And dying isn’t a fear…
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When The Bucket Is Too Full To Carry
You’ve got to love refrigerators which give free access to water and ice. No unsticking ice cubes from a tray. No hauling out–and spilling–large pitchers of cold water. Just plop a cup under a dispenser and press. Pull it out when full. Unless you’re shorter than the top of the cup. You can’t see when…
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