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Living Life as a Miracle: a trip to the Holy Land
The over-large postcard arrived in the mail, heralding an appealing offer: the maiden voyage of a Celebrity cruise, an eight-day Mediterranean itinerary that included the Holy Land. Two days in Israel, not a large country, but laden with Christian treasures and...
Muse – eum
Nature is - an ever-changing art museum. How lucky I am to have unlimited admission. Where should I go to luxuriate in her glamour today, tomorrow, this summer, soon? After six sets of house guests since January 1, hostessing other people's vacations in our home,...
Bounce Back Bozo
If you could choose a cartoon metaphor for yourself, who or what would you be? It's a great conversation starter at a party - try it sometime! A group of friends chose Charlie Brown for me. Whaddayathink? You recall the hapless champion of real, who sought the tender...
Objective and Accurate; Curious and Daring
Objective and accurate; curious and daring, nuanced as a steel guitar. As rare among people as a Dobro, the guitar pictured in a vast funky painting in our family room. Our high art is a sepia-washed, larger-than-life photo of a brush-haired male Dobro player, a...
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...
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