Tag: gift
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Puttin’ On My Happy Face–Or Not
Nineteen-year-olds are full of life, ambition and possibilities. For the most part. My nineteen-year-old is on her last legs. She’s not wearing her age well, though she looks presentable. Her life is ebbing, and possibilities are the least of her concerns. This would be concerning if I spoke of a person. It’s my car. We’ve…
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When Memories Mix With Free Enterprise
When I was a child, I thought I knew the significance of Memorial Day. Honoring dead people. Because Mom was a first-generation American, with parents from Germany, she faithfully carried on the tradition of visiting the grave sites of family who’d passed on. Not just those who died in war. Cemeteries creeped me out. Little…
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Twitch And Wiggle
When I was little–that’s always code for the era of dinosaurs–every Good Friday was a day that tested my patience. I could never understand what was so good about Good Friday. I grew up in a home that put a lot of store into traditions. We didn’t have to know why we did things. We…
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There’s Always A Reason For The Bad Smell
Isley and I were sitting on the floor in the kitchen, putting together a massive dog puzzle. She raised her head and scrunched her nose “Something smells funny, Nana.” I glanced to my left. Flames were leaping in the oven. My newly purchased roasted chicken–paper bag and all–was burning. It definitely smelled funny. I know…
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Will Anybody Come Out And Play With Me?
I”m not particularly fond of being alone. Being a twin predisposed me to having a companion much of my first couple of decades. A fact for which I was grateful. Even then I recognized I was better with people than by myself. I’ve shared a room with someone most of my life. My last year…
Tip of My Iceberg 