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No, I’m talking knee replacements here. I’m talking about how long a body part can stand doing its job before revolting. Let’s take my butt. Last week I had dinner with two different groups of friends. When sitting at a … Continue reading
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–that I didn’t love I grew up in the 50s and 60s. It was a great time to grow up. Streets were safe and so was my social security number. Summers were for fun. There weren’t programmed sports so we … Continue reading
My first job out of school was with a big company. Very large…like 10,000 employees large. When people asked which department I worked in, I would respond “the grumpy old men department.” There were four young women (all under 30) and … Continue reading
Last week when David Bowie died, it was sad. Like the end of an era sad. I had a sense of sadness that had to do as much with time passing and an acknowledgment of my own aging as it … Continue reading
Today is my Dad’s birthday. If he were alive he would be over 100 years old. He’s been gone a long time but my memories of him live on as vividly as if he were still here. He was generally a homebody … Continue reading
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My mother was a hoot. June Cleaver with a dash of the crazy and a little of Maude. You have to be of a certain age to remember those TV programs but you can click if you want to know … Continue reading
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Don’t wanna grow up! Never! Sometimes I am amazed at how childish I can be. You know…the eye rolls in back of someone or the dramatics performed where the person can’t exactly see them but has a sense they are … Continue reading
Back when I was much younger, I thoroughly enjoyed magazines. I loved the fashion rags with their fabulous clothes. They gave me dreams and fantasies and sometimes stole my paycheck. I loved the home and garden magazines too. There were … Continue reading
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Today is my Dad’s birthday. If he were alive he would be over 100 years old. He’s been gone a long time but my memories of him live on as vividly as if he were still here. He was generally a homebody … Continue reading
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July 4th always meant family. All through my childhood, there was a big shindig on the 4th with all the relatives. When they were going on and I was young and stupid (wanting to be older), I didn’t really appreciate … Continue reading
