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The Attic, Treasure Hunting and the Letter from Jerry.

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I love treasure hunts.  And finding things I thought were lost forever.  There’s nothing like cleaning out a closet and finding some long forgotten gem.  An old photograph. ...

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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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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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Sibley Park © by boo king.

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We went to Sibley Park And we swam in the coldest part We took pictures of the three of us Just you and me and Gus The sand was beige and hot And my suit was full of cherry dots...

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Life is a Beach.

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I can’t swim.  But I do like the water – to an extent. If my body were a map, my breast bone would be the dividing line.  Like the equator.  That’s the border between...

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Not a Dream House But a House to Dream in.

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I own a home.  Truthfully, I own it with my husband and the bank.  For the most part I don’t think about the bank partnership, except for when it comes time to renew our...

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Regrets, Do-Overs and the Day my Dog Died.

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I have regrets.  Probably more than I care to admit, or face.  I’m not one of those people who boldly declare, “I regret nothing.”  I don’t necessarily wallow in them...

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Walk Talk and Listen.

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I love to walk.  Alone.  Or with dogs.  Sometimes with people.  But mostly I like to walk alone (which sounds like the title of a good country song but that’s another...

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Growing the Compassion Muscle.

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At the start of every new year, I resolve.  I gave up resolving out-loud years ago, but I resolve none the less.  This year is no exception. Like a lot of people, I’ve...

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