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The Second and Last Kiss and the smell of Old Spice.

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The second kiss.  Does anyone even remember?  We don’t write love songs about the Numero Duo.  No passionate odes.  Or lyrical poems.  Tragic melodramas.  Nothing much...

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The First and Last Kiss and the Smell of Second Debut.

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I love kisses.  All kinds.  The sweet little girl smooches.  The best friend kiss and tell.  The back seat make-out medley.  The peck on the cheek.  The gentle ones blown...

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Take me out to the Ballgame.

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I can feel it.  Spring is definitely in the air.  But even better, summer is just around the corner.  And with that notion comes all the paraphernalia of summer.  Lighter...

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Cut from the Same Cloth.

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I love fabric. Everything about it. The look. The feel. The smell.  Nothing puts me in a bright-hearted mood like walking the labyrinth aisles of a fabric store. There’s just...

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Spring Traditions, New Shoes and the Easter Bunny.

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I love shoes.  There’s nothing like a new pair to hearten the soul. And the soles.  Snazzy sneakers for Saturday morning strolls with the dogs.  Dependable running shoes for...

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Brown Rice, First Love and You are all Sanpaku.

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I like brown rice.  But I didn’t always.  It wasn’t exactly an everyday staple in our family when I was growing up.  We mostly ate other starches like potatoes and...

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There’s Nothing Like the Smell of Coffee in the Morning.

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I’m a morning person. I get up early while my family remains nestled all snug in their warm comfy beds. This does not mean they are sleepyheads. Or lazybones. It’s just that...

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Dog Poop and the Fine Art of Raking.

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I like my garden.  And I like to hang out in it.  I like all the flowers and trees. The blueberry bushes, mauve lilacs and sundry shrubs with no names.  The bird houses...

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A Mother’s Prayer for Peace.

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Dear God, It’s the middle of the night, And I cannot sleep. The rain is pounding on the roof And the wind is howling outside my window. But I am safe and warm, Comforted by my...

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Insomnia and the Power of One.

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I like to give.  I also like to receive.  But giving just feels so much better.  You get that warm and fuzzy feeling.  All gooey inside like a hot fudge sundae.  And...

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