My Self.
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Being a Recantouer, a Conversationalist, requires someone to listen to
you and give back to you.
I am finding that I am all three: a raconteur, a conve...
Are We Living The Dream Yet?
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*I want to Blog, but most of the potential Topics flooding my Stream of
Consciousness right now are rather Dark and Ominous. I don't want to Go
Ther...
March Without the Madness
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I'm still busy, but it is in a good way. I'm on my last round of edits for
my memoir. It is about time to seek direction from someone more talented
and ...
Trimming The Holly Trees
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Yesterday I went out to survey the damage from the recent blizzard. I saw
one large holly branch down. Then another, and another and another. Time to ...
End of an Era
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My GP of 13 years has officially retired. I had my last appointment with
her on Tuesday.
It was emotional. It was more of just a goodbye chat, ending with...
Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Dad
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*Growing up in our household was like a roller coaster ride, what with slow
suspenseful climbs, ups & downs, twists & turns, and brain-rattling rails
and...
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