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Not Breathing
We’ve had beautiful sunrises in my neighborhood. Even in the chill, I’ll walk outdoors and take a video — west to east, front of the house to the back — of the brilliant peach, pink, orange, silvery sunrise reflecting off of the cumulonimbus clouds. Sighing, I head back inside. “It’s…
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What to Do at 62
I am intrigued by the message of a popular guy on FB Reels/TikTok, @MichaelArmstrong444, who talks about children who have reported past lives to their parents, and its scientific basis. The overarching angle is that we stick with our family group — we tend to choose to — life after…
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Incivility, Unevilbility and Deliverance
“Deliver us from evil.” I pray that every day and sometimes twice a day, thus one can only guess how many evils I’ve been delivered from during this year alone. Certainly more than I’m aware of — and I’m aware of many. I might have gone too far this time.…
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Finding Faith in the ‘Reel’ World
Watching TikTok or Facebook reels, my algorithm often gravitates toward individuals who discuss past lives and karma and why, for heaven’s sake, we are here. Fair enough. I’ve been aware, maybe my entire earthly life, that I pre-existed. When very little, I used to astral project and float down the…
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Chicken Shit
How the hell did they get out? Thankfully I noticed them coursing through the deep gray dawn before I let loose of Max. I’m confident I closed the gate last night, but it was already dark so I must have failed to fully secure the latch. No racoons were nearby,…
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Piqued by Paranormal
Perhaps I no longer see them because I have willed them away. I’ve learned to create a bubble of brilliant energy that surrounds me, a forcefield of light that keeps all that is good close to me and all else . . . out. When I was a little girl,…
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Sticking with the Werewolf
Well, hmmm, he still works . . . and at night you can’t see the wooden post sticking out from behind his head. I don’t think so, anyway. My mom is heartsick. Her sister is in the late stages of dementia, one of her friends requires routine shots into an…
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Disappearing Downward (Prairie) Dog
As soon as the poor little thing realized someone was near, it started to scream. Having arrived at 1 a.m. Saturday to the Park Home on the ranch, I didn’t head into the backyard until morning. That’s when a heard it. A high-pitched cry of distress. I followed it to…
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The Joys of Being Psycho
Demographic versus psychographic. An intriguing comparison. I was thinking about that as the wool dryer balls stared up at me from the drum, once again unable to sneak away undetected from their cruelly imposed, trap o’ tumult. I often find them mixed into the sheets in attempt to sneak free…
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Dog Shit and the Sandwich Generation
I can remember a time a couple decades ago when living to be 100 was a God-given blessing. Hurrah! You’ve been featured in the Daily Sentinel! And that family you can’t remember? They’re propping you up, sticking a paper crown on your head and plying you with soft cake to…
At Least They're Committed 