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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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“We Accept The Reality Of The World With Which We’re Presented. It’s As Simple As That.” Truman Burbank I’ve been struggling to breathe for months. It’s as if I’m suffocating from the inside out. How do you tell if something is alive? You check for breathing.  It’s the first indicator of life.  And I’d be remiss […]

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Because I want my money back if it doesn’t work out! I want to talk about the most misunderstood word in the world, appetite, one that happens to be essential to our health, happiness, and well-being. My Mom used to say, “once on the lips, forever on the hips,” she was speaking about the consequences […]

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I wasn’t going to belabor the death of my dog in yet another emotional post. I really wasn’t. But some strange force, not the least bit concerned about overanalyzing personal tragedy in a public forum, took over, and I didn’t have the strength to fight it. The thing is you don’t have to publish everything […]

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“How did it get so late so soon? It’s night before it’s afternoon. December is here before it’s June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?” Dr. Seuss In my remote cocoon, rolled up in a blanket, secured to the double wide chair I used to hate, […]

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Is change really possible or is that just an oxymoron? The older I get the more I doubt my ability to significantly alter or even modify my inherently stubborn nature. Isn’t that the most cynical thing you’ve ever heard? What’s wrong with me? I know John Lennon died forty years ago, but it’s December, the […]

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[A risible reflection for entertainment purposes only, intentionally confounding, read at your own risk.] I wake up, memories flood in, the time, the day, the season, the pandemic, the spike, the roommates, and praise be to God, the smell of coffee. At least I can smell. I tenderly stretch my aching body, yawn, blow my […]