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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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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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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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More Introspection (Oct 10-18, 2025)
The past week has been a busy one – I’ve spent a lot of my days, traveling back and forth to various meetings with Hospice of the Piedmont. I’m looking at becoming a volunteer, so I had to complete two… Continue reading
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A Reminder of Things
It’s been two weeks since my last post. Been a little busy with “life stuff”. Have an issue with my right eye that sometimes causes these little wormy-looking floaters that completely block my line of sight. Will likely take several… Continue reading
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What a Difference a Year Makes
A year ago, I reached out to Hospice of the Piedmont, one of our local organizations, to offer some of Dad’s original artwork for whatever purpose they felt it would best suit. (If you haven’t read some of my previous… Continue reading
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The Day the Yuccas Spoke
Introduction to This Post I have been working on writing a book about my childhood for going on fifteen years. Scrap sheets of paper saved in file folders, spiral notebooks, or on my computer. Why is it taking so long?… Continue reading
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Peacefully & Painlessly: A Hospice Story
I feel a very strong need to write about my dad tonight. Just came from a fundraising event for our local hospice organization, and this year, it affected me a little differently – a little more intensely, yet with a… Continue reading
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