memoir
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Twelve for a Penny
One of the greatest gifts my Momma Nancy left me was the appreciation of music – all genres of it. For her, it blurred boundaries – the same way she lived her short life, seeing beyond color, class, or creed.… Continue reading
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Giddy Up
I’m sitting at the computer with a finger’s worth of the good stuff in one of my favorite rocks glasses, trying to think of something profound to share before the last 25 minutes of this year are done. I’m finding… Continue reading
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Mothers’ Night
I don’t consider myself Pagan, nor do I ascribe to any other particular religious group. I feel that it’s important to follow what speaks to you. Makes sense to your mind… and your heart. I believe there are valuable lessons… Continue reading
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Christmas Shoes
This is about my special relationship with a pair of Converse high tops, written quite a few years after they were purchased. As best my memory serves, these shoes are at least 20 years old now. And since I only… Continue reading
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The Making of the Soup
I’m not a huge fan of cooking from scratch. Now, I don’t mind making a grilled cheese or creating a big-old salad every now and then, but to take time to prep and cook daily for only one person (me)… Continue reading
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Space, Fried Shrimp, Old Friends, and Dreams: More Introspection (Oct. 21-25)
October 21: Things you’d love to change about your home and why.There’s not much I’d change about this little place, except for maybe a larger “office room” space, another decent closet… and reducing the occasional traffic noise. It would also… Continue reading
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No Rhyme or Reason
I’m in the midst of a “little project” – going through the thousands upon thousands of photos stored on my computer and trying to put them in some kind of organized fashion. There’s no rhyme or reason to where I’ve… Continue reading
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