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You might be surprised. Truffle fries and sparkling wine is our communion tonight as I sit and ponder the significance of salt and pepper shakers suddenly reappearing on restaurant tables across America. Thank God, because on occasion you have to throw a little salt over your shoulder, or who knows what evil might befall you. […]

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Plastered On The Refrigerator Door… I’ve been thinking about refrigerators lately, maybe because it’s hot outside, and they’re sort of “cool.” As a writer, I believe you can tell a lot about a person by what they post on the outside of their refrigerator. I’m serious. There are actual studies done on what serial killers […]

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I love when life slows down enough to match the flow of my fingers on the keyboard, when I can ease into a memory, turn it gently over in my mind, and lance that sucker as if a boil. No one died. That’s all I can say about our 1,400-mile road trip without cussing, lying, […]

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And while the white rabbit is scampering about yelling, “Oh my fur and whiskers! I’m late, I’m late, I’m late!” I am late with my blog. I am late in responding to your comments. I am late in reading your posts.  Forgive me. It appears things might get worse before they get better. Retirement is […]

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“I live two blocks from where I grew up” Flamingo Drive was actually a spacious culdesac formed by a semi-circle of unique houses, built in the fifties, landscaped with birds of paradise, red bottle-brush bushes, and roses. Giant magnolia, pine, and palm trees shaded the yards. As if fringe on a blanket the cement driveways […]

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“Sometimes it’s worth lingering on the journey for a while before getting to the destination.” Richelle Mead Opening my suitcase on the tranquil tile floor of the bathroom, the dust of my recent journey floats in the frigid morning air.  I breathe in every gritty detail, rifling through the stories that are bound to be […]

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In a few weeks, I’m going to celebrate my 60th birthday for the third time. I think it’s worth repeating because sixty is considered the far edge of middle age, anything over and above leaves you teetering on the brink of elderdom, and that province can be ruthless.  My eyesight might be shot to hell, […]

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“May such calm of soul be mine, so as to meet the force of circumstances” Aeschylus I’m feeling the weight of my humanness. You know what I mean? Maybe it’s because we recently celebrated the crucifixion of an innocent man, or all the suffering splashed across our television screens, or the simple fact that wearing […]