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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: Aging

Remembering Miss America

I read today of the death of Mary Ann Mobley, the former Miss America. I wrote about her in February 2013. Back in 1959, She was the most beautiful woman my eight-year-old eyes had ever seen.  Remembering that lovely woman and that hopeful child, Here’s that post: WHEN NINETEEN WAS FAR AWAY I’m sixty-two today. …

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Paranormal Prowess

I love Facebook quizzes. Where else can you learn what your Hippie name should be? Or what other people find attractive about you?  Or who you were in a previous life?  Or what type of vegetable is truly your soulmate? And who knew that all these important insights could be gleaned by answering a few …

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Dancing

Some of my friends have been posting old photos on Facebook for Throw-Back Thursday. It’s really cool to see those old pictures. I especially enjoy the photos of my newer friends – so sweet to see them as the teenagers I didn’t know. Like a flashback in a movie. A time machine that gives you …

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I Love Him. I Love Him Not.

Today’s my 23rd wedding anniversary.  In recognition of that special day, here’s my anniversary post from two years ago. I Love Him. I Love Him Not. Recently on a friend’s blog, I commented about romance. To those people still hoping to find everlasting love I gave this advice: “Don’t expect perfection. After many years of …

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Those Less Fortunate

I’ve always tried to be considerate of those who are less fortunate than myself. People are born with different levels of ability, and then there are environmental advantages or disadvantages that affect how well we all understand and perform. And so ordinary activities of daily living can be a challenge for those not as blessed. …

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Unhappy Childhood

I have always considered my childhood to be an extraordinarily happy one. Until yesterday. I was wandering around Pinterest and I came upon this:   And, oh my, I realized that I had a very unhappy childhood. Because I wanted a canopy bed so much. I wanted a canopy bed a lot more than I …

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Not Guilty Pleasure, Just Guilty

The Guilty Pleasures I recently confessed to are harmless enough… just a lapse of taste rather than judgment. But we all do some things where our normal good conduct goes slightly awry. And confession is good for the soul. So let me confess to some slightly less than perfect behaviors:   Guilt Relief In Thirty …

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Guilty Pleasures

Several years ago when I first joined Facebook  (maybe the word ‘joined’ isn’t quite right – how about ‘was sucked into’?), I thought that I was supposed to post interesting ideas and clever, intriguing thoughts. I didn’t know that all you had to do was post a iPhone photo of your dinner.   But life …

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Sweating The Small Stuff

I’m not much of a worrier. I’m a basically optimistic person, and I tend to believe that everything will work out okay. And it usually does. And when it doesn’t, I mostly take it in stride, and wait for life to get better again. And it usually does. Of course, there is the Big Stuff …

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One Ringy-Dingy

After the humorous but mortifying story of shopping for my brother’s jock strap, I thought I would post a nice memory of my brother’s companionship. It comes at the end of this meandering trip down memory lane, so stroll on with me for 800 words or so. My brother was in high school when I …

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