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Continue reading →: My Favorite PlaceMy Favorite Place- doesn’t that sound like a “theme” Raphie would have to write in A Christmas Story? Well it’s not. It’s actually the name of an improvisational game I was introduced to many summers ago. A former classmate briefly studied at one of the major improv studios in Chicago.…
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Continue reading →: Untitled IThere’s a word I can’t say. Not because it’s naughty- if it were only four letters I think I could handle it. This is a word with about four syllables (give or take a few) that has to do with my four legged friend. Anthropomorphize. I get the Rs and…
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Continue reading →: IndigestionI have really enjoyed writing my blog. It’s fun to just write little snacks and pull them out to post on a rainy Monday. So fun in fact that I have completely neglected my book. That, at the very least, is like writing an entree. The goal was to have…
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Continue reading →: This Looks Like a Job For…I want to have a quick discussion about catch phrases. I want one. Well two actually. “So that got me thinking… (fill in the blank)” and “therein lies the problem” I don’t want to be clever, catchy or memorable. I’m not loving it and it certainly isn’t finger…
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Continue reading →: AntsWhen I went to wash my hands this week, I had a little surprise. My kitchen sink was inundated with ants. Hundreds or them. Millions of them. I couldn’t really say for sure. But I do know they were living their best lives using the pools of water in the…
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Continue reading →: ROY G. BIV, Esq.I always make a beeline to the paint section at Home Depot. We’re usually there for something much less exciting, but I can’t help it. I love color. I love seeing all the paint chips systematically arranged by value and hue- creativity and order synergized in one perfect display. Don’t…
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Continue reading →: PhoHave you ever thought about how every decade seems to have one phrase so ingrained in the vernacular it becomes part of the cultural zeitgeist of that era? No? I have. The 60s had “Make love, not war.” The 70s had “Groovy baby ( or maybe that’s just Austin Powers…)…
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Continue reading →: Husband, Part II remember the exact moment I knew I loved my now husband. There were no fireworks. No heavenly choirs singing I Will Always Love You (as if any celestial being could sing it better than Whitney). Not to mention none of the love songs on the radio started making sense. …
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Continue reading →: Trucks & BlueberriesMy husband is a horticulturist and a landscaper. When he’s in peak season, I become a landscaper too. I hate it. I mean I really hate it. I like being outside and all, but I hate dragging stuff, and bending over, and holly bushes, and don’t even get me started…
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Continue reading →: Idea IMy daughter used to pee a lot. A whole lot. Anytime we went anywhere new or did anything minutely nerve wracking she would have to go. Sometimes twice. We were fortunate to take a trip to Washington, DC and New York City years ago. Let me tell you, did we…
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