Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Indulgence
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For years, my family ate a lot of pasta and noodles. Especially lasagna, after my brother-in-law pointed out to me the no-boil recipe on the side of the box. So easy! And then my family got sick of lasagna. So for the past few years, especially once it was just me and Tom, we've mainly…
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…Love, love is the answer, whoo-hooAnd that's all rightSo don't you give up now, whoo-hooIt's so easy to findJust look to your soul (Look to your soul)And open your mind Crystal blue persuasion… It was 1969. I was ten and having the time of my life, because my sister was a lifeguard and she often…
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They were waiting for me in the mailbox yesterday evening. Ah, Mark and Debbie…you haven't aged a bit since I last saw you forty-one years ago! I don't remember when the book first appeared in our home, but I know I had discovered it by the time I was in 4th grade and…
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Stumbling into the house, weighed down by five overloaded grocery bags to avoid a second trip uphill to my car, and sweating from the heat of this Texas summer, all I could think about was breaking into one of the Healthy Choice Greek Frozen Yogurts buried in one of the bags. You've probably guessed this…
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The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Eliot These days, more than ever, I'm trying stay focused on the minute I'm standing in…to not let my mind replay…
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Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with. ~Robert Brault I just staggered in from the annual Diva gathering at my friend Rae's house. Two nights and days of margaritas and non-stop talking, too much food, and too little sleep. The sun barely made an…
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My blogging group, Generation Fabulous, hosts a monthly Blog Hop. July's theme is “Transformative Travel.” I knew exactly what to write about… On this date thirty-seven years ago I stood beneath the glorious ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. I also toured St. Peter's Basilica that day, thinking – paraphrasing my travel diary - "It's really pretty, but…
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I missed the parade this morning. I had the freedom to sleep in, and felt it would be un-American not to take advantage of it, so by the time I was up and walked the dogs, I would have been scrambling to get to work on time if I had dashed off to the parade.…
Long Hollow 