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August horoscope
“You’re motivated and ready to fly, yet you continuously feel that your wings have been clipped and you’re grounded.” That’s my horoscope for August. I’m struggling to overcome the deeply embedded feelings of inadequacy thanks to overlooking the missing ‘t’ in ‘stroke’ in a headline in the mag. I’d already resigned,…
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Getting my head chopped off
I have come to find it quite impossible to read more than a page or two of the Chronicles of Narnia without going ever so slightly into British writing mode, save for the spelling of course. Forgive me then, since I did previously promise myself that I’d tell this story…
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Class
Practicing: “Ooooh, hey <insert name here> it’s so great to see you! You look wonderful!” OK, that’s good. “Oh, thank you! Well, I try!” Ugh. I hate compliments! “Now, now! Stop that! Old is a state of mind. I’m not feeling the least bit old and I certainly hope you’re…
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Shift …
What a difference six months can make. We’re heading to the ranch Friday morning and returning Monday morning and I expect it will be a lovely time, with ATVing, hiking, fireworks and wine. I intend to sit in the whirlpool and read The Last Testament while downing an entire bottle all…
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Thinkings
My best thinking time is when I’m trying to figure out what to do with my hair in the morning. Typically, for some bizarre reason, that’s when Randy pops into my head and me having to invade his home with Aunt Patti when she was visiting once because her bladder…
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I di’ ‘int!
Jeremy said he hadn’t noticed after I apologized this morning for yesterday’s erratic behavior. Now, if neither Scott nor Bernie nor Kristen noticed, I shall be duly amazed. I quite recall, through the tunnel of semi-comprehension, Scott and Kristen at least staring at me with furrowed brows, their heads cocked to…
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Peril of Personality
I’ve crawled on hands and knees across the gray, gelatinous floor, being careful not to slosh the fluids beneath my palms, knees and toes for fear of the sound it might make. The wall, too, is made of a spongy, pitted tissue and slightly gives way as I carefully scoot…
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Contorting
Standing in the fading light in the farthest bedroom in the house, I was talking to DSII, but then came to realize that the silhouette in the dusk was not DSII, just a boy his height and build with eyes that looked a little too flat and glowed a little…
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Back
Sitting on the chaise lounge, sunglasses on, looking out at the clear blue waters and white sandy beaches of Half Moon Cay, I knew I had to get out there . . . soon. I glanced down at the book on my lap and sighed. Ten more pages is all.…
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En route
Yay!!! I escaped, I escaped, I escaped! Hmmmmm. Why doesn’t it feel like it yet? I already miss my babies. Well, maybe it’s cuz I’m still in Denver . . . at DIA? Ya think?
At Least They're Committed 