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Real Life With Puppy
I like to present the positive side of Life. I believe in the positive side of Life. I believe in happiness and kindness and sweetness. My husband calls me a Pollyanna, and I never minded when he calls me that, because seeing Life as sweet and Humanity as decent is a good way to survive. …
Decisions, Decisions
I’ve been terrible with my blogging lately. I want to say I’ve been busy – and that’s true enough. But moreover, I think I just needed to take a break. I didn’t want to focus on something else. I wanted to UNfocus. The end of winter is always my least energetic time. I am tired …
A Father’s Duties
In the parking lot at the Petco store, I watch a dad with his three kids. Two boys and girl. The boys are maybe seven and eight; the little girl perhaps four. At the entrance to the store, Dad stops. I see him tell the boys to wait a second. Dad has noticed that the …
The Bowling Alley Revelation
-OR- How My Sister’s Embarrassing Mishap Led Me To My Passion This incident occurred about 50 years ago. So I am not saying that I remember it all accurately. And although I could ask my sister – since it is her incident, not mine – I really don’t want her to screw up my …
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I am always delighted when something I write provokes a discussion. I like to be agreed with as much as the next person – (OK, hubby, a LOT more than the next person), but I also love it when Disagreement is not disagreeable at all. But thought-provoking. And just plan Interesting. My last blog “You …
Think.
2018. Another year. What do I wish to accomplish? Of course I want to lose weight and exercise and clean the house and take better care of my skin. And also, of course, write another book. But on a day-to-day basis. I want to think. And I want those thoughts to go to work. Maybe not go to work. To come …
Three Little Kittens – The Sequel
A few weeks ago, I shared a little story (The Pushover) about how a tough heartless family (also known as: us) took in 3 foster kittens for a temporary, 10-day stay. And how they stayed. Permanently. The little monsters are six months old now. They are adorable, demanding, playful and naughty. And hungry. I never …
Vacation Time
There was a large old bottle on the floor of my parents’ closet. What it originally held -wine or whiskey, I don’t remember. The neck of the bottle was just big enough for a dime. Pennies and nickels didn’t fit. Just the dimes. And when my Dad emptied his pockets at the end of the …
Exceptionally OK
Last night I was vegging out with my favorite mindless pastime – reading makeup reviews on Sephora – when the following lipstick review intrigued me. That was it. No explanation. Just three stars and the words “exceptionally ok”. And as I considered this short phrase, I started to like it. I started to love it. Now …
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