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Saturday, February 22, 2020

1952 MEMORY LANE

You may not be old enough to remember when the greatest generation came back from the war and joined the workforce - when most people got their music over the radio. In the ‘50s, we tuned in to the Saturday night broadcasts of “Your Hit Parade” of the nation’s top ten songs. That’s where Perry... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 21, 2020

THURSDAY WRITERS AT THE CENTER

Weather finally permitting, we got together in our little conference room. After a discussion on current events and election debates, we got down to the business of writing our own stories. Linda recapped the extensive work her hubby’s been doing on researching the family’s genealogy – tracing back... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 20, 2020

You knew you were in trouble when:

Your mother called you, using your full name. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 19, 2020

CRIME & NO PUNISHMENT

One difference between how white collar thieves are prosecuted and what happens to an average Joe who holds up a liquor store is that the white collar thief has money to buy lawyers and favors. If this doesn't get him off entirely, it will ensure him a light sentence in a "country club" prison. The... Sign in to see full entry.

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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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