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Becky
I’m agitated. I was going to just take half a pill, but I don’t think I did. I can’t remember taking a pill at all, but I dare not take another. What is it? What is it? Oh, that’s right. It’s Becky. Dez, this one is for you. I never…
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Very clever
All right, ALL RIGHT! You win. Seriously, cracking up. I was being sarcastic with that last post. Honest! I know I’m just as old as they are and in many ways I am doing more poorly than they and they look better and healthier than I. I mean, I could…
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Aging? As if!
“Groddy!” I whisper under my breath, my face inches from the computer monitor, my eyes squinting. He walks in — of course — he can’t pass up something like this. “What?” He puts his hand on my left shoulder and leans in over my right, staring at my LinkedIn page.…
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Mushy
“Are you done yet?” he steps onto the front porch, hands stuffed firmly in pockets, shoulders hunched, shaking off a drizzle of rainfall. “With what, pray tell?” I plop the tawdry novel, of which I’ve read all of 36 pages, into my lap and turn my chin up to him…
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Hugs!
I am a firm believer in the healing power of hugs. But you have to mean it. I’ve been told I give incredible hugs, and it was by a couple of people I didn’t particularly like. That could indicate that if I really, truly care about the person I’m hugging,…
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Dez at 10 months
Aw! Look at you, handsome, wily boy! You are my sun, my moon, all the stars in my sky. I love that I can tell you that and (unlike your mom and uncles) you don’t cut me off or even flinch. I love your mischief . . . and I love…
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Friends
I have such amazing friends, ya know? Yeah, I’ve mentioned it before. The beautiful thing is, we’re all a bit crazy, we’re all a bit off, but we’re good people and although we’re far from perfect and not always noble, we’re the first to be there for each other and…
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Seriously, what’s it going to take?
Blech. My pistachios are mushy. I guess maybe it’s because of all the rain. The sun is out now, anyway. Supposed to go away, though, in a little bit. I was not sick of the rain, but I was sorry for the death and destruction. I looked like a drowned…
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Drenched
Pondering whether I look pathetic or adorable soaked clear through, with rainwater dripping off my blond curls, running down my face and the back of my blazer; my black tennis shoes squishing after wading through the ankle-deep ponds, my shirt and skirt clinging to me so tightly they stained my…
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Oh, and . . .
I’m also easily amused. Yes, easily flattered, easily amused, not easily impressed.
At Least They're Committed 