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Alligator surprise.
When an alligator scares you and your ex-husband’s wife’s dog…. Continue reading
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Still I rise.
I was supposed to see Maya Angelou on a cruise I took in 2014, but she was ill. She died just months later, but she did join our cruise by satellite video link to read some of her poetry and share some of her thoughts. One of my favorite Angelou poems is Still I Rise.… Continue reading
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Every one I lose takes a little bit of me.
In the last few days, two more people in my circle have passed. One was someone I barely knew but someone who meant a tremendous amount to others in my circle who did know her well. She worked at our local coffee shop. Thankfully, her final illness seemed to be brief, and she didn’t suffer… Continue reading
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Every day is a gift.
Something happens to you when you’re faced with a life or death situation. You are forever changed. As you’re catching your breath, you think, Did that really happen? Am I still alive? You are indeed alive! And the air smells so sweet. Even the noise of crickets and cicadas seems like a song. I found… Continue reading
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Life in thirds.
In life, we encounter many threes. We talk about our “third act” – retirement (if you’re lucky enough to live for a while into retirement and have the money to actually retire). We talk about things (like deaths) coming in threes. We spent a third of our life working, a third sleeping, and a third… Continue reading
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A return to sanity and space for everyone.
My new/old office is so peaceful that it’s almost a shame I have to work in it. The walls are a soft, medium teal. I have pillows arranged on the window seat, books on the shelves, and my G&L Blues Classic guitar hanging on the wall. I have both soft lighting, for when I want… Continue reading
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If I ran the world…
…just my little corner of it, many things would be different. Of course I have big dreams of world peace, like many people do, but if we can’t even have peace within ourselves, how can we have peace in the world at large? No. If I ran the world, things would be different. My parents… Continue reading
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Wandering a bad neighborhood.
May is Mental Health Awareness Month, and it always gets me thinking about all these people in my life whom I’ve lost or almost lost to brain dysfunction. Some of them were musicians I’ve never met, but they were in my life, whether they knew it or not. One of the causes I regularly give… Continue reading
About Me
A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.