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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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My Biggest and Best Fan
The noise level was deafening. The room was mostly dark but for the strobe lights from the stage. The anticipation was so palpable that it pressed in on everyone, causing some to talk incessantly and others to sit, staring. And when the announcement came for the first group on stage, the screams crescendoed as the…
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I’ll Have It My Way
We’re hitting a cold spell in Florida that is very typical for this time of year. I tease my sister, who lives in Chicago, that I’m positively freezing here–at 50 degrees. And it’s still sunny. She commented to me the other day that it was 20 below with the windchill. And grey. Dismal. There really…
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I Need a Hero
When I was a little girl (yes, that was back in the dark ages before computers and social media and reality TV), heroes were not that hard to find. TV was young, and the characters were good or bad–there was never confusion as to who to cheer for when a fight started. The good guys…
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Not So Tasty
I stared at it. Red and green, scalloped edges. It looked like a leaf from some tropical plant. But I wasn’t planting it–I was supposed to cook it. Chard. Even the word feels less than inviting. Chard sounds more like a weapon or an act of violence than a vegetable. I’ve never eaten it, cooked…
Tip of My Iceberg 