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Then she turned. With that movement I knew the bean pole was a female, for before I’d only seen a closely shaved head atop a plain blanket with sandals on the bare feet. She was swathed in the faded burgundy of a Dalia Lama acolyte.
School’s Out
Recently I uttered a line today in my writers’ group that astonished me in its insightful clarity: “I colored between the lines for twelve years because my father was the principal of the school I attended. Now, in my writing, I color things my way.”
Living Life as a Miracle: backroad towns
My father was buried, gone with the wind, dead from a broken heart. We were on our way to visit with my husband’s family in another Hoosier city, several hours away. We’d then venture to some longterm friends’ cottage on a lake, drowning our grief with good wine.
My husband’s foot was afire on the accelerator, pushing down the pain. We may have been traveling 65 mph in a 25 mph zone…
Nut Free or Not
We recently returned from two weeks in Scandinavia, traveling by bus, ferry, and train through the majestically mountainous and lavishly green terrain of three countries: Sweden, Denmark, and Norway, countries populated by famously contented people with spirits of whimsy, idealism, individualism, and wonder.
On the ragged edge of Physics
On the ragged edge of Physics, I daily walk, distancing myself from Psychotics. Join me, please.
12 life hacks Mom and Dad didn’t teach
#9. To sharpen scissors, simply cut through sandpaper.
Must I repeat: use my dad’s garage stuff for inside the home purposes?!
On a positive note, I have scissors exactly like those pictured. They were my mother’s.
I miss my mom and dad.
The Opinions of the Husband
Legend has it that three days passed between when my mother’s father hung this trivet on the kitchen wall, next to the sink…before my grandmother noticed it.
Controlled Chaos
My desk is like my mind – an interesting, colorful chaos prevails.
I like it that way.
cash, trash, hashes and bashes – it’s all stashed in politics
There are already a dozen declared Republican candidate for the Presidency, an election that is over 500 days away, with another dozen deftly sniffing their trunks around the country, seeking cash.
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