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When Making Me Better Really Bites
I will admit to being a somewhat aggressive person. A git ‘er done kind of gal. It’s often quite positive. Moving me towards goals I’d like to achieve. Jobs I want to finish. It does have its downside. My mouth is now suffering from my eagerness to do it right. I was told I’d need…
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It’s All About The Mornings After
When people get married, they can’t conceive of what life will be like way down the line. Say, forty years. John and I celebrated our fortieth wedding anniversary this past Sunday. (Yes, I was seven when we got married.) We couldn’t know what being together that long would look like. Not on our wedding day.…
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When The Funny Dies
It was with great sadness that I read about Robin Williams death this week. A man of incredible acting talent, both dramatic and comedic, he became the character he played with such conviction that separating him from his art was difficult. He was a very funny man. Who chose to take his own life. I…
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Restoration Is Hard Wear
We’ve had a dining room table and chairs made out of light oak for many years. Long enough that Debbie, at one point in time, thought it appropriate to carve her name in it. The surface was gouged, stained with drops of paint and marker, discolored where hot dishes sat trivetless. Like a topographical map…
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When Choosing Complicates The Picture
Boxes keep showing up at the house, courtesy of FedEx and the US Post Office. You’d think someone was getting married here. Well, someone’s getting married. Not here. Colorado. And these aren’t gifts. They’re a plethora of potential bridesmaid dresses. Back in the day, when John and I walked down the aisle, dresses for the…
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