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Hearts and Flowers and Loneliness
“You know there’s nothing great about Valentine’s Day,” mumbled my then 17 year-old daughter. She was a senior in high school, had a lot of friends, but no special guy for this special day. She was quite over the drama of this holiday. The balloons and flowers that were given with great fanfare at school.…
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Everyone Needs a Sad Step
Isley, my youngest granddaughter, is a drama queen. At two and a half, she has words, body language and attitudes that would suit a teenager in the throes of puberty. Her ability to express herself amazes me. And I’m quite sure I’ve encouraged that with the positive reinforcement of comments and laughter when such behavior…
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
I hate getting my hair cut. There are those people who find their “cut”, the one that looks outstanding on them, whether they’ve just gotten styled or rolled out of bed. The ones that have folks asking “Who cut your hair? I’d love them to do mine.” I’ve never been one of those people. I’ve…
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The Mutt in Me
When I was younger, I knew I was an avid animal lover. My dream was to own a pet rescue facility and take care of animals that were rejected by owners or given up by those pressured by their circumstances. Where Frisco is concerned, I’m an animal tolerator. Frisco is our resident pooch, a Havanese…
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