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Tuesday, February 18, 2020

DRY SPELL

Sometimes even the most addicted daily writer finds herself unable to come up with an idea fit to be written out, even when she goes over her mental checklist of topics that might appeal to readers. Worry, hurry, search the desert brain to no avail. Where is the “rain”? Where the ideas, the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 16, 2020

HOUSE GUEST

A few weeks ago my house guest, Kaylee, settled in for a long visit with Gma (my son Russ’ doggie). She is a rescue dog he adopted several years ago, a sweet (to people) little Rhodesian Ridgeback with a bit of a weight problem. She taught me her signals: when she needed to go outdoors, whether for... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 15, 2020

NOT SURE I SHOULD SHARE THIS…

When son Rich, grandson Matt and I flew to Tampa International for Christmas week at my daughter’s home in Clearwater, it was to be a family gathering, a time for me to meet my daughter’s mother-in-law. Family came from all over the country, but Gen was too sick to join the celebration. We’d have to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 14, 2020

First time I'd heard of "Galentine's Day."

Apparently - especially among Sex and the City fans, Feb. 13 is a day for girlfriends, sisters and co-worker buddies to celebrate one another. Quite a change from the days when we celebrated at school - the prettiest, most popular girls gathering trophy hearts from more boys than others - even... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 13, 2020

ABOUT THE ADDICT - A PROBLEM FACED BY TOO MANY

ON MY SON'S BIRTHDAY I am worn out with worry over whether you’re cold, hungry, sick, alone, weeping for everything or nothing. I pray someone holds you close, warms you, feeds you. I hope there is flickering firelight a strumming guitar, lullabies to remind you how angels keep watch as you sleep.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 11, 2020

NO WONDER I WAS CONFUSED

MIXED MESSAGES It's true, mama doesn’t criticize dust bunnies any more or grab a rag and polish smudges from my cupboard door She didn’t tell me when I married she thought the guy was wrong but five years--two kids later claimed she’d known it all along She doesn’t tell me now to sit up straight or... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 10, 2020

SOMETHING I JUST DUG UP

THE LIAR’S OBIT With cold intent you patterned lies of whole cloth, pinned them to fit your manikin, repeated them until you forgot you were their designer. Each day I scan the death notices looking for your name, for the appointed time and place to view what remains. Like doubting Thomas I will not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 8, 2020

FEBRUARY: THE BASEMENT

It was a year very much like this year; winter dragged along, one cold gray day after another, endless boring days when it was too wet and miserable for the kids to go outside. They spent their weekends bickering over nothing, throwing a ball around the living room and lying about how the lamp got... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE WHISTLEBLOWER'S LAMENT

Four and twenty blackbirds in an impeach pie noticed plots unfolding, witnessed every lie. When the pie was finished, the birds began to sing: He says revenge is only mine, for I am like your king. And what he wants is what he'll have, thus we will pay the price Because he's way above the law and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 7, 2020

AULD ACQUAINTANCE REMEMBERED

We usually sing “Auld Lang Syne” as part of our New Year’s Eve celebrations but yesterday would have been my former husband’s 82nd birthday. I’ve been thinking about our time together and what he meant to all of us. It’s mostly a fond memory. Our divorce and his subsequent 20 year marriage to the... Sign in to see full entry.

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