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Nancy Roman

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Kissing Frogs

My husband is a sweet eccentric. From reading my blog, you would certainly see the eccentric side – because it’s so much fun to write about. But he’s also quirky enough that some folks have asked me why in the world I was drawn to him in the first place. (as opposed to running for …

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Riding In The Car With Daddy

When I was a kid, my father liked to take us all for a ride in the car. Gas was cheap then. We’d drive up to the airport and watch the planes take off. That was exciting in the fifties. None of us thought we would ever get in one. Sometimes we’d go out after …

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A Christmas Mom-ism

This is my Mom and I yesterday at our family’s Eve of Christmas Eve party. My niece Naomi took the photo.  She’s five years old.  I think Mom and I look so happy because we are looking at her. However, I hold Naomi completely accountable for the state of my hair.  As far as I’m …

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Beyond Clean Underwear: Advice From Mom

Today is my mother’s 88th birthday, so I thought it would be appropriate to re-issue this post from August.  BEYOND CLEAN UNDERWEAR:  ADVICE FROM MOM My mother’s advice extended far beyond bus-proofing my unmentionables. My mother’s advice was wise, witty, and right. The first advice I remember her offering – (there were lots of  “don’t …

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Expiration Date

Well, it only took two days after I wrote about my mother’s vanity (Not Quite Fourteen) to find out I was wrong.  I don’t need a full retraction, but a slight modification is certainly in order. Last night I discovered that there may actually be an expiration date on Vanity. It just might be that Vanity …

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Second Hand Rose

This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for my sisters. That’s me in the middle on the first day of school.  I was six, I think.  That would make Christine (on the left) ten, and Claudia (on the right) just shy of nine. I loved my sisters.  Although my mother will tell you that we bickered constantly. …

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The Smartest Person

My father died this past Christmas.  Yesterday was his birthday.  He would have been 89. My Dad was a man of great intelligence and corny jokes. As an engineer of precision gauges, he had a PhD mind and a high school diploma. He sang dumb words to old songs. “It had to be stew.  Meat …

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The Sweet Spot

Dogs are good at lots of things. Welcoming you is probably their best talent. They will protect your house and take a walk with you and comfort you when you are sad. They also can bring you sticks and run around in circles. Cats, like Stewart here, excel at finding the sweet spot.  That one place …

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Oh, Dear. I’m June Cleaver.

This past weekend we had company.  My husband’s cousin and his wife spent a few nights. Folks don’t stay over much.  We live out in the country,and most of our friends and relatives think we are somewhere north of Vladivostok. (actually, it’s Connecticut.) But we had a family wedding. Our houseguests’ daughter was getting married …

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Sixty Is The New Thirty-Seven

This is my Great-Grandma’s (Meme’s) family.  The photo was taken on Meme’s 80th birthday in 1951, the year I was born.  There’s a photo somewhere of her in that same chair with me in her arms.  But it’s this photo that fascinates me. Standing around Meme are her children.  That’s my Grandma on the far …

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