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We parked in front of Grandma's tiny home and piled out of the car, the grownups heading straight for the porch. I lagged behind on the footbridge with my cousin; Poo swore she was not going to step a foot closer to that spooky place. Grandma's house was gray, the gray of a dead…
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These arrived on our doorstep a few days ago… I have no idea who sent them. Tom says it wasn't him … he thought I ordered them for myself. I swear when I said "will someone send me some blue drumsticks?" I never expected anyone to actually do it! From now on, I know to…
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Can you keep a secret? I can. I don't always like it … Secrets can be heavy, weighing on your mind, sometimes your heart, especially when someone asks you to help them carry a secret full of pain, but then forgets to let you know when everything is fine and dandy again so you can…
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I remember when MTV first aired. (That's how old I am.) I would just watch and watch and watch, one music video after another, mesmerized. Even when I was forced to leave the room for some reason – to eat or sleep or take a potty break, for instance- I would keep it on just…
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No, I'm not giving these books away – I just got them! They cost me $1 apiece. Almost free. I picked these up yesterday from our community library Book Sale room … the "back room", where I go to cheaply satisfy my severe book addiction. (Please don't judge me; as far as addictions go, it's…
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The Nose I can't imagine – don't want to imagine – how it feels to have big chunks of plastic shoved up your nose filling up the entire space so that you need to breathe through your mouth but your throat is in red, raw agony from the trach tube shoved down it a week…
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When Kate at Recommended Daily Dose invited me to participate in this year's Happy Holiday Blogtastic Shout-Out, I immediately thought of Jill and her blog, Jillsy Girl. I really can't remember how it started … did I leave the first comment or did she? However it happened, I know I'm the one who has benefited most…
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"It's starting to feel more like Christmas to me. The temps are staying low, there's the smell of wood smoke in the air, my tree is up and decorated, cards are trickling in, and TG is home." I wrote this several days ago – just one of many posts that wither on the vine because…
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I love boxing. There. I said it. I'm a pacifist – I hate arguments, much less fighting, but for some very strange reason, I've always loved watching professional boxing matches. When I was little, I watched every match that came on TV. My favorites were Cassius Clay and his alter ego, Mohammed Ali, as well…
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Last Thursday I sat in a small club with friends listening to a harmony of poetry, guitars, a bass and a mandolin… The music and words danced together…took me by the hand and pulled me along on a journey… They reached into my heart, triggering long-lost memories and emotions. But then, out of no where,…
Long Hollow 