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Old Friends.. Sat on Their Park Bench Like Bookends
I am going to see my closest friend tomorrow. She has recently had her second child, a beautiful daughter named Maysa – she plans on calling her May. We haven’t seen each other in over…
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Ye of Little Faith…. It Really Works…
So, there was no way (I thought) that a little Tide Stick could do the trick. I don’t believe in such things. It’s all marketing, I usually feel. You know, the more I write…
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Hey Hey Mama, Said the Way You Move, Gonna Make You Sweat, Gonna Make You Groove
Robert Plant Robert Plant Robert Plant Robert Plant!!!!!!! Forget Nicole Kidman.. Donna Summer?? Yeah. Whateve. Last night a legend walked into the door of my cafe.. He was stunning. Even at, what is he?,…
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True Love…
They can’t keep their hands off each other and their faces are so close that they must be breathing in only each other’s breath.. kisses in the middle of a crowded breakfast nook where…
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Check it Out..
I usually find myself snubbing any book that is associated with the Oprah Book Club. I can’t tell you why, I just know that the whole Oprah stamp on the cover irritates me and…
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There are Some Things That a Girl Will Never Understand..
….. like why it is entertaining and fun for a boy to see what it’s like to pee in an air conditioning vent. Yesterday I awoke to a smell that reminded me of the…
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Finding Your Crew..
It’s that time of the month again – noooo, not that time of the month… The time of the month where, apparently, everything falls apart for a couple of days. Nap time is warfare. …
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A Coke and a Smile.. or a degenerative bone disease.. you pick.
Another reason to rethink your diet ladies.. Just read that, apparently, Coke (Pepsi, included) has been linked to high rates of Osteoporosis.. Apparently the phosphoric acid in both Pepsi Cola and Coke is the…
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Autumn’s Arrival… and mine…
I can remember long hours sitting in my room, all alone, listening to album after album after album… From the age of six or seven until I was well into my adult years I…
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Setting Fire To The Apron Strings…
My visit with my mom was, well, nice. But, I find myself, this Monday morning, looking up article after article about mending the strains between mothers and daughters that seem, in the most cliched way…