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I could handle. I could buy what they needed, but not the cool stuff. Kids don’t miss what they don’t know.”
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Sometimes a shouting match ended with a loud barking. Dodger didn’t allow the boys to argue.
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This is soooooo political. Not pro Trump at all.
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We were just about the most normal and boring single parent family in the world.
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Everything in that car made me look guilty of something. I saw the cop look inside.
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I have to go back to work today. I’ve enjoyed being off all week and posting daily. I got to participate in my morning writing group for the last ten days, it was wonderful to be able to write in community. For almost two years, we’ve been writing together, it’s such a joy when I…
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It’s the smallest, yet ugliest yard I’ve ever owned.
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I’ve heard that if a bird gets in the house it’s an omen that someone will die.
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A beautiful story deserves to be remembered the same as a bloody one.
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I am not an open book, never was, don’t want to be. Nobody is.
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The Code
I began drafting the next “Code” last night. Of all the Christmas traditions floating around, my favorite is the Christmas code. My boys tolerate it, everyone else finds it mildly entertaining, and it brings a huge grin to my face every Christmas celebration. I don’t put name tags on packages, I have a secret code… Read more
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The Storm
Hurricane Ian “Make a wish. Cross your fingers and close your eyes. Blow a kiss onto your fingers and into the fire. Open your fingers as you blow. That’s right. Now your wish will come true,” said the storm . “It’s a Fire wish.” Ian, the mighty Hurricane was at category five and powerful. A… Read more
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Mom’s Lasagna
The best recipes come from old cookbooks. Those suckers have been tested and perfected. They have the right ingredients, lots of love, and you would have to hold your mouth just right to mess them up. Mom’s Lasagna recipe traveled to England and back with me. It is faithful. I remember when I spilled the… Read more
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Why Write.
I write in general because I always have. I have always kept journals, written stories, essays, poems, and papers. I write because my thoughts, feelings, ideas, language play has to come out somewhere. Writing is problem solving. It’s fun. It’s frustrating. Writing is my best friend. It’s something I have to do. Now, I’m writing… Read more
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I could handle. I could buy what they needed, but not the cool stuff. Kids don’t miss what they don’t know.”
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Sometimes a shouting match ended with a loud barking. Dodger didn’t allow the boys to argue.
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This is soooooo political. Not pro Trump at all.
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We were just about the most normal and boring single parent family in the world.
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Everything in that car made me look guilty of something. I saw the cop look inside.
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I have to go back to work today. I’ve enjoyed being off all week and posting daily. I got to participate in my morning writing group for the last ten days, it was wonderful to be able to write in community. For almost two years, we’ve been writing together, it’s such a joy when I…
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It’s the smallest, yet ugliest yard I’ve ever owned.
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I’ve heard that if a bird gets in the house it’s an omen that someone will die.
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A beautiful story deserves to be remembered the same as a bloody one.
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I am not an open book, never was, don’t want to be. Nobody is.
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Two Hour Delay Day
At least we don’t have hurricanes.
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Portsmouth
I need to go back to Portsmouth, UK to where my boys were born. I’d like to visit my neighbors, and hang with them a day or two. We’re good friends and good company. You don’t find that often enough these days. I’d like to take the boys with me too. We could walk along…
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But I don’t want to
“Are you still working? Why don’t you retire?” Everybody wanted to know because of the silver hair and wrinkles. Fred asked at the wrong time. Janice was tired and not in the mood. He thought women were silly. He retired early five years ago. “Why? Do you need someone to take care of you?” Janice…
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Elvis and the Baltic Sea
Drat, dammit, and O hell, my plans to go to the Baltic Sea for vacation had fallen through. I was at the pinnacle of despair, flustered to the very bone. It was the coffee klatches fault. Susan’s husband had put his foot down, he said flat out “No.” He wasn’t about to let her go.…

