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Confessions of the Breadman’s Daughter.

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I have a confession to make. And it’s a hard one for me. A real freakin’ doozy. It’s something I hate talking about. Even to myself. It could have something to do with the...

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Cheryl McBride. The Fine Art of Finding Meaning and Purpose in Creativity.

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Today we raise our fists high and put our hands together in celebration of our Feature Girl Warrior, the exquisitely talented painter and fine artist, Cheryl McBride, who has...

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You Don’t Know What You’ve Got Till It’s Gone.

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This morning While I was sitting here drinking coffee In the silent stillness and stifling solitude Of my writing space My mind drifted lazily Back To when I was a young woman And...

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101 Things I Regret.

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When I was younger. “So much younger than today,” as the Beatles sang in Help, I boasted that I didn’t regret anything. “It’s pointless,” I declared self-assuredly....

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The Dream.

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I’m not much of a dreamer.  At least not at night when I’m asleep.  I do a lot of daydreaming.  But the other thing, not so much.  I guess technically, I do dream.  We...

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Saturday Night Spaghetti and Meatballs.

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I love spaghetti and meatballs. Always have. In fact, it’s one of the first foods that I remember enjoying. Picky Eater doesn’t even come close to describing my disinterest in...

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Unfinished Business.

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It was inevitable. Bound to happen. I’d reach a certain age and life stage.  Then bam. Smack. Thump. I’d start thinking about unfinished business. Well here I am. Signed....

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My Mother’s Hands.

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I miss Ma.  Sharing cups of tea.  Or lingering conversations on a quiet summer evening.  Laughing until we cried.  Long walks through the neighborhood.  Enjoying the pleasure...

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Why I Never Liked Halloween.

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I hate Halloween.  There I’ve said it.  I’ve come clean.  No more pretending.  Putting on a false face.  Wearing a polite mask while the rest of the world gushes...

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I am a Couch Potato.

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I must confess.  I am a Couch Potato.  In my defense, I come by my CP status honestly.  Ma and The Old Man were also big CPs.  That was back in the day when this activity, or...

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