Monthly Archives: September 2011

A Mixed Bag of Things

(Image Courtesy hubpages.com) Was planning on writing about just one thing today, but then a tidal bore of stuff (good/bad/otherwise) came in.  I’m hoping if I hang on tight to my inner-tube, I’ll float to the top. ********** (Image courtesy … Continue reading

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Packing the Past, Facing the Future

This is not an actual picture of my dining room, but it’s pretty damn close. We’re moving house in six days, after fourteen years.  I’m 54 years old and this is the longest I’ve lived anywhere, other than the house … Continue reading

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C’mon, Get Happy!

Today’s writing prompt:  When was the last time you were happy, really happy?  Obviously, this is the companion prompt to the piece I wrote about fear.  I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this (yup, avoiding the actual writing … Continue reading

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When Was The First Time You Were Afraid?

That’s the writing prompt for today.  Actually, it’s been the writing prompt for the past several days, but I’ve busied myself elsewhere so I could avoid writing about it. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t afraid. That’s not … Continue reading

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Who Rescues The Rescued?

I’m sure there must be ethical animal rescue groups out there somewhere (and please tell me who they are because they need to be recognized), but why do so many of these organizations leave such a bad taste in the … Continue reading

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A Sinkful of Conversation

I’m the last person to decry dishwashers.  Maybe the old ones weren’t so great, but the new models are wondrous things — quiet, energy-efficient, and they save us a heck of a lot of time (especially in the case of … Continue reading

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J-E-L-L-OH!

When you’re a kid, there’s no dessert half so much fun as Jell-O. There are those that have their place:  Ice cream.  Puddings.  Cookies.  Cake.  Pie.  But there is nothing that calls to kids quite so much as a jiggling … Continue reading

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