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Choosing Peace Amidst Chaos
“Peace of mind, peace of conscience, and peace of heart are not determined by our ability to avoid trials, sorrow, or heartache. Despite our sincere pleas, not every storm will change course, not every infirmity will be healed…” W. Christopher Waddel I was browsing the hubs feed to find a picture for my blog and saw…
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A Wander Down Memory Lane
I’ve blogged before about doors closing (and opening), but when you are closing the door on the past, on your childhood home, well, one can’t help the wander down memory lane. We think the parents moved in sixty years ago, give or take a little. Our family has occupied that spot for a very long…
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Death Happens, Too
I am a really old orphan. I said it out loud and got an interesting look. Up and then down. I know. I’m not Orphan Annie. I’m a mom and a grandma. And an orphan. I saw myself in the mirror this morning as I was getting ready and all the sudden I stopped…
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A Foot in the Past
Do you ever look at a photo and wish you could do a Mary Poppins and pop into the picture for a visit? I’d love to do that with this photo. I’ve always been drawn the villages built of stone and that are venerable with age, places filled with the ghosts of people who used…
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What Do You See?
One of the things I love about the hubs is that he sees things I don’t, or perhaps it is that he sees things differently from me. He expands my view of the world around me, even when I’m not with him. This image popped up first in his Flickr feed and totally grabbed my…
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10 Reasons It is Okay to be Old as Dirt
This is the first August in years that went by at the speed of light. Usually August is something I slog through, beat up by heat, humidity, and the knowledge that I’ll be a year older by the end. And I’ll be lucky if the a/c doesn’t crap out on my “big day.” I’m still…
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It’s a PAR-TAY #NewOrleans Style
You can’t write about New Orleans without writing about Mardi Gras. It is the party that runs through it. If you have been hanging around here much, then you know I’m a hermit, so the hermit and The World’s Largest Party have a few compatibility issues. But I was younger back then, so I did…
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On The Road Again
I am a hermit, so I realize it is a bit ironic that I write about, and ponder, journeys quite a bit. I am fascinated by roads, bridges, wormholes, and obviously by movement—all while trying to stay off the road and inside my house. Yeah, that is probably ironic. And possibly a little crazy.…
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When The Pavement Ends Or How to Die “Right”
Sometimes we choose to go off road and sometimes life takes off the pavement and bounces us around. Then it dumps us in a gully. We can try to get back on the familiar, the paved road, but Life Happens. The gully is now our new “road.” It’s called Big Life Changes. Or, if we’re…