Monthly Archives: November 2011


(Courtesy of “The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” — Albert Einstein The times I’ve screwed up … Continue reading

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 (courtesy What is it about the dark of night that makes it so easy to be hard on ourselves? I write this at 2:23 am, having been up for an hour due to a combination of eye-piercing headache and my … Continue reading

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The Stranger

 (courtesy of Well we all have a face that we hide away forever And we take them out and show ourselves When everyone has gone. Some are satin, some are steel, some are silk and some are leather They’re … Continue reading

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Thar She Blows!

(Courtesy of One of the great joys of my life was reaching an age where I no longer had to automatically go on vacation with my parents. Don’t get me wrong.  I love to travel, I just didn’t like going anywhere with my … Continue reading

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Gone Between

Oh, Tongue, give sound to joy and sing Of hope and promise on dragonwing. Anne McCaffrey died on Monday, November 21, at approximately 5 pm at her home in Ireland.  As there will doubtless be many tributes and obituaries posted online and elsewhere, I … Continue reading

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Sleepless in Connecticut

 (courtesy of I love my husband very much. I hate his snoring even more. When we first met, he never snored.  In fact, for the first year we were together, he never snored.  I think it was a ruse … Continue reading

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Sign of the Season

 (Picture courtesy of I was driving to the grocery store this morning to do the requisite shopping for Thursday’s holiday meal.  We’re getting off easy this year, as we’ll be dining with friends who are taking on the brunt … Continue reading

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