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Nancy Roman

Category Archives: kindness

Just Admit It

Did you ever see an animal screw up and then look embarrassed? It happens sometimes. A dog swings a toy and hits himself in the face. A cat jumps to the counter and misses. A robin loses his battle with a worm. A usually surefooted squirrel wipes out on ice-crusted snow. And they might looked …

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The Limit

Yesterday, I warned the dogs: “I am at my limit.” This warning was at a decibel level that surprised even me. I don’t think I have been that screechy-loud since the day about sixty years ago, when the gang playing Red Rover thought it would be funny to just let go when I ran full-tilt …

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Margaret

Yesterday, I remembered a woman I met in the Fall of 1969. At the time, I was under the delusion that I was going to be a nurse. My mother was a nurse and I wanted to be like her. She had her doubts but she and my dad supported my decision to go to …

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How Much

When I was a kid, I used to play this game when I watched TV. Sometimes I played with my sisters, but mostly I just played it alone. The game was: How Much. How Much was played during commercials. Bad commercials. Example: A commercial with a woman with huge armpit stains. She gets in an …

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In The Face Of Unkindness

Every day on Twitter, my dog Theo posts a tidbit of advice for a happier life. I will admit that I help him because he doesn’t type or spell well. But Theo also helps me because he definitely provides me with a happier life every day. Someone asked me recently how I (or Theo) come …

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Remembering A Friend

About a year ago, I wrote about kindness and friendship, and how I helped but ultimately failed a dear friend. I discovered yesterday that at the time I wrote that essay, my friend had already been dead for two years. Someone I loved – someone who had helped me and hurt me and I had …

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Not So Scary

I went to Zumba this week – how I love to dance away a few calories – although I probably need to Zumba about fifteen hours a day for the next month to make an impact on Christmas cookies. The class is conducted as a separate entity inside a very nice and busy workout gym. …

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Sweet Girls

Last year on this date, I wrote about a little girl who made me feel a little better about myself at a time I was hurt and vulnerable. (A Lesson In Shame) So today, I thought it would be appropriate to write about another childhood friend. When I was fifteen, my family moved across town. …

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Losing My Temper

I don’t handle criticism well. I can pretend to shrug it off, but truthfully, it’s hard. It’s hard to have someone say you’re wrong. It’s harder for someone to say you’re dumb. And it is downright scary for someone to say vicious, even threatening, things about you. Two years ago, I tweeted often about my …

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You Are Already There

The other day, I saw this little weed growing up through the patio stones.   I posted this photo on Facebook with the caption: This little weed dreams of growing up to be a palm tree.   But the more I thought about it – and the more I looked at the perfect shadow that …

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