Today I honor all the wonderful women in my life. The one I was born to and the ones I was born with, who get me for who I am and encourage with love and honesty though I don’t always make sense. The one who recognizes me most of the time, but is most intimately [...]

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Today I’m posting a poem written by SuziCate at The Water Witch’s Daughter. She is a fantastic writer and a dear friend and she’s got a pretty good view of her world and her place in it. At one time or another we all can benefit from remembering that so much of our life, and [...]

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SuzeCate at The Water Witch’s Daughter is giving away Sunshine Awards, so I went right over there and took mine. I figure I deserve it, if for nothing else, because I’m not going to sit here and complain in a long drawn and out boring post how pissed off I am at my stomach right [...]

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Way back when, in about 1969 or so, my Cousin Wiley and I went to play in the woods and he got us lost. He was older and he was in charge, so yes, by default, he got us lost. We were missing most of the day and my mom had her friends and the [...]

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This is one of my favorite pictures of Daisy. Back in Virginia Beach, Daisy had a habit of sitting on the her end table and looking out the window.  She’d watch the birds, the squirrels and the neighbors come and go, but mostly she’d sit at her perch and wait for me. Daisy knows that [...]

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I’ve been in LA exactly one month today, and I’m leaving. Yep, that’s right. Packing it up, loading the dogs back into the car, and watching the Santa Monica pier fade from view in my rear view mirror. I’m going up to Ojai. If someone had told me a couple of months ago that I’d [...]

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MarkCarlos is my latest thrift store find. At $50, he was such a bargain that I couldn’t pass him up. Short on space in a studio apartment, but with plenty of overhead real estate, I knew MarkCarlos would fit well in a 13 x 13 living area. The shelves and drawers ~ and even a [...]

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I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. Instead, I spend an hour or so writing up two lists: one recording all the accomplishments and personal goals that were reached in the passing year, and one that’s more of a stream of consciousness brain-belch of things I’d like to do, be or become throughout the evolving new [...]

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For my Mama and Hosa. Merry Christmas 2009. Last night my family sat down to watch The Homecoming. Everyone was in town for Christmas Dinner a night early, and it was kind of cool to be watching the original Walton’s movie with my sisters and mom, since we actually lived right there in Walton Country [...]

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Living Out Loud. ( v11). Tis the gift to be simple. The 2009 Christmas season has been an unusual one. Instead of the traditional parties, getting together with friends, and full-on house decorating, most of my time has been spent going through everything I own and weeding it down to the 4 or 5 plastic [...]

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What happens when 5 girls in their mid-40s get together at an OBX cottage for a mini high-school reunion? The question, answered 7 months later. . .

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Moving day is less than two weeks away and just about everything is going smoothly. I’ve rented a cargo van to cart some furniture to my sister’s for safe keeping tomorrow after work, arranged to have new tires put on my truck and scheduled Samaritan House to come get whatever is left in the house [...]

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Several month back I found my dear friend Susan on Facebook. We went to elementary school and junior high together but hadn’t seen each other since 1978, when I moved back to my hometown from the mountains. Over the course of the summer and fall we’ve managed to get together quite a bit and share [...]

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I just came close to having a meltdown, but I cleaned the bathroom instead. It’s 1:31pm on the second full day of the November Nor’Easter. The dogs and I just got back from a walk up the street to check the water levels, and the neighborhood is still basically cut off from the rest of [...]

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I came home from work this evening to see a “for rent” sign posted in my yard. It was a surreal feeling, and I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. It’s easy to dream,  and make big plans, and get hyped and giddy fantasizing about the future. Yet,  it was a little bit odd [...]

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