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I’m reading Ernest Hemingway’s The Old Man and the Sea, alongside Joan Anderson’s A Year by the Sea, after recently finishing Ann Patchett’s Pulitzer Prize Finalist novel The Dutch House.  What a twisted reading experience if there ever was one, but then again, it’s the beginning of my new life, half of me is enmeshed […]

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“Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.” Austin O’Malley Early this morning I awake to a murder of crows hiding out in my magnolia tree probably trying to verify if the heady conspiracy of an extra garbage day is true or not. I listen to their crazy banter as […]

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I am settling into retirement as if a bull in the chute before a rodeo. All I can say is someone was a little overzealous with the flank strap.  All I do is run in circles creating dust, bucking the system, and getting nowhere.  Oh, and my cowboy, has been avidly vocalizing his displeasure with […]

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Last week I was all about Ice Cream Theology, living in the moment, enjoying the sweetness of life. Well, that melted. This week I’m fretting (occasionally) over the footprint I’ll be leaving on my children’s mental health after they’re forced to sift through my clutter when I’ve lost the race and I’m six feet under. […]

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They’re back! I’m referring to the relatives from Missouri, the ones I feared might be ax murders a few years back (see; 5 Reasons to Choose Happy), who have finally returned to the lake, and they came bearing gifts. You’ll be relieved to know they brought us a custom-made set of Cornhole boards, instead of […]

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“I am not a grace graduate,” I speak this out loud to an empty room, because I am continually in need of rescue, not from the world, but from myself. That was easier to type than to finally realize. A grace graduate knows when to let things go, she’s wise, compassionate, tolerant, and frugal with […]

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This is my husband’s go-to phrase when I complain about the trials and tribulations of life, especially when I was out numbered by children, Larry was traveling nonstop, and my mom lived two states away. It got to the point where he’d abridge the statement to, “tough times don’t last…” You can only imagine my […]

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Larry and Cheryl sitting in a tree, K…I…S…S…I…N…G, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby in the baby carriage(I took those jingles a little too seriously)…and then what? Bertrand Russell says, “those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of happy mutual love have missed the best thing […]

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“To write is human, to get mail: Devine!” Susan Lendroth I didn’t know it would be the last letter I would ever write my Mother, that it would never be delivered, and I would not find it until four years after her death. Have you ever questioned your understanding of time? How it slips by […]