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This week I had lunch with an old friend. I had met her in the 70s when we both worked at the same company and ended up working together on a project. A few years later I was selected for a … Continue reading
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This week I had lunch with an old friend. I had met her in the 70s when we both worked at the same company and ended up working together on a project. A few years later I was selected for a … Continue reading
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Sometimes we get sucked into our own microsphere and get disengaged from friends. Not because we mean to but because life is full of nonsense stuff. I moved back to my childhood town 17 years ago following a painful divorce. A … Continue reading
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Just so everyone understands, old people are always people who are older than me. As I get older, so do old people. They will never be my age. That’s just how it is. There was a time when I though … Continue reading
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This week I treated myself to a fantasy shopping spree. Not much in the way of purchases since I don’t need anything but I had the opportunity to try some really cool spring clothes on and fantasize about it. No … Continue reading
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This post is to commemorate my maternal grandmother. I have no real memory of her. She died when I was three. My mother would tell me that I would run to her and put my arms upward, which meant “pick … Continue reading
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My brother is wonderful! He is seventeen years older than I am but when I hit adulthood, the age difference vanished. We are totally different. I am more outgoing and he is more quiet. I am more….umm….bossy and he is … Continue reading
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I hate driving…always have. The only time that I actually enjoy driving is the short window that extends from the date of purchase to three days after I buy a new car . I buy cars once every decade so that gives you … Continue reading