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Changes
I can relate to that woman in the picture. In the past year-and-a-half, the world has shifted 180º around me, making my hair stand on end, the blood rush to my head, and bringing everything I’d taken for granted crashing to the floor. The resulting clutter has forced a colossal…
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Rebirth
A house I love is coming down. i saw the fence around it today, the dumpster in the driveway, equipment ready nearby, and signs on the front lawn foretelling the inevitable. It’s a charming house. Ivy covered brick Tudor, with lannon stone steps, gracefully arched roof lines and dormers that…
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Channeling Norma Desmond
There was a period of my youth in which I wanted to be an actress. Just one of many dream careers I wanted before I hit my teens—along with ballerina, veterinarian, musician, and pilot. Flying was miraculous to me in those days. If I could have sprouted wings and taken…
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Care
I will try to be brief, as my time is in short supply these days. I had not intended to post, and considered letting this blog lapse, but a couple of things have been sticking me, like an itch that isn’t easily reached. If you have been thrust into the…
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Seriously….
Dear Smart Oven, You’re starting to creep me out. Since your arrival in July, you have updated your software several times even though I have intentionally skipped the part of the set-up which would have allowed you access to my internet. It’s clear you’ve somehow gained access to it anyway,…
