Uncommon Sense

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Friday, September 3, 2010

Other People's Messes

I had, in the past, turned to clergymen, counselors, and self-help books, trying to understand how to save my marriage. I had found these methods to complicate things much more than they aided in the improvement of my dilemma. Too many cooks spoiled the broth. We had been in uncomfortable, stuffy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, September 2, 2010

Other People's Mess

Thirty-six years later... I found myself staring into the bowl of yet another 'commode'. Not because I had been drinking; quite the contrary...although at that point, perhaps I might have been tempted. I was trying hard not to think about how I had gotten to this place and position. Not just the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Clarification...Proof That I'm not Depressed (at least not right now...!)

Hi Blogit friends: To explain what I am doing: I am attempting to write a blog/book called 'Other People's Messes'. The story that I just posted I've written about once before on Blogit. No, I am not losing my marbles (today, anyway)...it is, with the prayer in italics posted before it, an intro... Sign in to see full entry.

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Other People's Messes

Do you ever have one of those memories that won't go away, and you know not why? I do. An event that I haven't been able to get out of my head for decades, although I may not have tried. Maybe there's a reason it has stuck. Maybe the memory is trying to teach me something. When I was about four... Sign in to see full entry.

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Other People's Messes

Dear Father---and you are the only one in my life that I will call 'Father'--- My life is a mess. My relationships, my finances, my home, and my surroundings...all very messy. It's getting more painful than I can handle. Please help me to clean up my life. No: let me re-phrase that. Please show me... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

The Green House

Our worship congregation was changing. What used to be country and farm houses with several acres was fast becoming suburbia; the farmers were selling their fields in exchange for big money from the real estate developers. Who could blame them; it was either struggle for the rest of their days to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, June 7, 2010

Social Faux Pas

While at the last parade in our town, I wrote of having a bad reaction to one of the politicians that was campaigning. I behaved far beneath whatever dignity I claim to have. I even considered writing a letter to him, just to clear my conscience. I still may. Husband's sister and her husband and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The Legend of the Last Day of School

The last day of school. The stuff legends are made of...at least, many of our's were. These Westerners, I thought, really knew how to celebrate such an event; it bordered on barbaric. Once we left the school grounds, we were a walking target for water balloons. As we got older, we made sure to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 28, 2010

Are You A Cowboy?

I wasn't born in the West. Quite the contrary. Brooklyn, New York is what it says on my birth certificate. I'm what you would call a transplant. When my parents told me we'd be moving out West, the summer that I turned eleven, I was at first rather...stricken. They might as well have announced that... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 20, 2010

I Love A Parade.

I love a parade. There is one in our town every year that I don't miss. The American Parade. We didn't get to town early enough, so we had to drive down Main Street right before they blocked off the road. Crowds were already lining the streets, in their red, white and blue attire and sunglasses. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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