by PJColando | Apr 9, 2013 | Blonde, Purpose
It was the 60’s in northwestern Indiana. Though our small town was proximate to the trials of the Chicago 7 and pre-election riots televised for all to see, we were worlds apart. We lived the idyllic, self-contained, ritualistic life of those close to the land....
by PJColando | Apr 8, 2013 | Blonde
“Pretty, I feel pretty…” I never related to this tuneful phrase until after my cancer diagnosis, with its treatment and trials, not the least of which was discovering that I was not included with ‘them’. Triple bad and ugly. It was very...
by PJColando | Apr 2, 2013 | In the Pink
Look at the sweetener array. I paused each time I opened the kitchen cupboard when visiting my parents’ home in Indiana. Confronted with choices before I’d sipped the coffee in my mug…yikes! Confusion. Complications. All I wanted was to get my day...
by PJColando | Apr 1, 2013 | Uncategorized
In its April 1985 edition, Sports Illustrated published an article by George Plimpton that described an incredible rookie baseball player who was training at the Mets camp in St. Petersburg, Florida. The player was named Sidd Finch (Sidd being short for...
by PJColando | Mar 27, 2013 | In the Pink
I relish my momma’s advice because I so seldom got any; she was a busy homemaker. Every word was cash in the bank, kept in memory for all it was worth. Because it was always pithy and true, a keeper. “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say...
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