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If It Smells Like Sewage, It Just May Be
My family finds it quite humorous that I’m a morning person. The only true morning glory in the bunch. Everyone else is a night owl. They find daylight perkiness annoying. But it gets me going. By noon, I’m on that downward slippery slope to mental fog. So I enjoy walking in the morning. Thinking deep…
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Done And Done–And Begin Again
Our youngest daughter, Debbie, graduated from college this past weekend. My dear, detailed husband calculated that we’ve spent the past 17 years putting children through college. Six children, six degrees. Six official adults. It’s incredible to look back on something that appeared so insurmountable at one point and is now done. Debbie was five when…
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What’s In A Mind?
Here’s the fun fact to know and trade for the day: GIGO, the acronym meaning garbage in, garbage out, is a computer term made popular by George Fuechsel, an early IBM programmer from New York, who taught his students that the quality of what they programmed into the computer determined the quality of what they…
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It’s Hard To Bloom Where You’re Planted
There are some beautiful beaches by the Mediterranean Sea that look nothing like what I’m familiar with in America. The Atlantic side of Florida has large beaches, odd things–think garbage and such–washed up on shore. And lots of people with lots of things accompanying them. As we walked along a beach in southern Spain, we…
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What’s In A Color?
I’m not much of an artist. My son is a remarkable potter. My girls all have a sense of style and a capacity for crafting beauty that has never been part of my DNA. However, I do know something about color. I like it. Bold and vibrant hues. Subtle pastels and creamy neutrals. I enjoy…
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