What seems like a lifetime ago, mornings at our house were often lessons in chaos, and I was the teacher. It seemed I was rarely current with the laundry, the nights before were filled with …
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What seems like a lifetime ago, mornings at our house were often lessons in chaos, and I was the teacher. It seemed I was rarely current with the laundry, the nights before were filled with …
Continue readingLeslie and Bettye have chosen a tough topic for this month’s “Where Bloggers Live” post. “If I could donate $100,000 to any charity, which one and why?” It wouldn’t be hard to find a charity …
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I love the descriptions of Western New York (aka Buffalo) Winters when they occur on the national news scene. “Mountains of snow,” “massive wall,” “snovember,” “snowpocolypse,” “blizzard,” “white-out”… I could go on and on (and …
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Yippee-ki-yay…2025 is nearing a close! The year that ends is usually depicted as a very old man. So, on December 31st, I will not hesitate to kick that miserable, sorry, hunchback, bearded jerk to the …
Continue readingA little over a year ago, I wrote a post about The Best Friends I’ve Never Met to celebrate the fifth year anniversary of our Where Bloggers Live series. It was a nice chance to …
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This is a highly secret post. If word gets out, I will NEVER (ever, ever) hear the end of it. Pinky swear before you begin reading that this stays between us! We good? (Okay, here’s …
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If we haven’t chatted in a while, things in my “perfect” world are NOT… (…perfect, that is). The kitchen project, while promising, is still in mid-phase hiatus (preview below). So, we’ve moved on to bathroom …
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Ahhhh. The Fourth of July has come and gone. That means the coast is clear and nothing ahead but the rest of summer (keeping in mind that summer only technically began at the end of …
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Too many moons ago, after graduating college I was hired as a technical writer for a research and development firm. My dad was thought it was so cool that I was “a writer,” but I …
Continue readingDress. Heels. Candlelit table in the corner of a restaurant. White tablecloth. Bottle of wine. Handsome husband of 39 years seated across the table. Pass. (All but the handsome husband. He’s a keeper.) Pretty sure …
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