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ENFJ
In the early '80s Myers-Briggs came around, sweeping the Irvine Unified School District into its cyclone path, spitting out personality type info ad hoc. I worked at a small elementary school with perhaps two dozen staff - and everyone was an ENFJ! Coincidence -...
Living Life as a Miracle: Furniture Shopping
If you've followed this blog - or if you know him - my husband is a mighty contemplative man. He thrives on research and comparison shopping. He seldom does anything fast. Except fall in love with me, he says with an ear-to-ear grin. Several years ago I endured six...
Want and Need
Yesterday was a hallmark day, as important as our wedding anniversary. It is the date that I met Larry Colando, at a Grad House Party in 1974. I learned later that he'd taken out a life insurance policy the day before. Foreshadowing that his life would be...
The Power of Acceptance
My husband buttered my whole grain toast. Again. Despite my repeated requests to not butter my toast. What to do? Say, "Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit?" Probably not the time to be a smart mouth… a girl's gotta eat, right? Better to butter him up. Say...
Girl Games
"Let's you and me hate her" was the name I gave the rapport-building game that I experienced in 1997. It's power play when there are three girls, each seeking pecking order by defame. I was entrapped - for a short while - until I realized the game and opted out. Then...
Good-bye
I said good-bye to thousands of people in the past several days, and then threw them in the trash. Details of restoration and recovery of skills, details of loss and re-birth, notes of triumphs and tears - documented in manila files. I finger-traced all the...
Living Life as a Miracle at a Quarter to Three
My homework done, I was listening to WLS, as legendary a radio station in Chicago and its surrounds as KMET was in LA. Dick Biondi was the dee jay, the musical tour guide. There was only one radio in our country house, so I couldn't sequester in my room to listen and...
God’s Perfect Timing
Paper covers rock covers scissors... It is a childhood game On Sunday, God played it, too And allowed me to take this photo Coastal fog covered moon covered sun The eclipse scene in southern California Look with your eye, blink, exclaim, And run to get your camera...
The Final Forgiveness: Self
A year ago, I joined Pinterest, as every aspiring-to-be-published writer was advised, as a component of 'Platform' on social media that will advertise. It's a visual billboard of interests and inclinations, as you proclaim yourself to be. It's good for a writing...
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