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Squirrel!
I know, it’s a picture of a cardinal. When I say squirrel, I’m referring to being easily distracted. Too many options. I often don’t know where to start or which way to focus. This is a unique time in my life. I closed my private practice and allowed my LCSW to expire after 25 years.…
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Getting to Know AL
“What’s going on?” Al Franken asked. “I think we have a flat tire and we’re riding on the rim,” I answered. “There’s no time to do anything about it now or you’ll miss your flight.” I can’t believe this is happening, I thought. It’s Charley’s beautiful BMW we’re in. I don’t want to ruin anything…but…
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Stop Talking
“Sometimes I feel like you don’t love me,” I said to my mother who was standing over the stove cooking supper. Smack! The slap landed so quickly, it startled me. “How dare you say that. Go to your room.” Holding my stinging cheek, I walked away. I guess I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.…
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Good-bye, I’ll Miss You
Good-bye, I’ll miss you, you old nagging inner critic who is always waiting to contradict my new ideas. Why do you have such an open-trunk full of “what-ifs” and negative talk and a memory of an elephant for the things that went wrong in the past? You are not omnipotent or all-knowing. Who are you…
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Spring has Awakened
Today is a dreary day but I don’t want to complain, we’ve had some gorgeous spring weather lately. Last year at this time I was in Italy and so missed these April weeks of spring awakening. My allergies are at their worst, but it’s worth it (I think) to see all the pops of color…
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Road Trip and Writing Class
I returned from a great road trip with my dear friend who moved from Seattle to Arizona. After the Eagles concert Brad wrote about last week, I hunkered down to write my first writing assignment for my first writing class that took place yesterday. I chose to write about the road trip. There were six…
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Hotel California: Such a Lovely Place
Written by Brad Those of you who are regular readers of Donna’s blog know she and I are lovers of music, especially live music. But even Donna was surprised when I asked her, very last minute, if she was up for trying to see The Eagles on Saturday. She was only returning from the west…
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Nothing
I got nothing. Nothing to write about. I have lists of ideas but I don’t feel like writing about any of them. I started writing a piece for a project I’m working on about an event that took place in 8th grade which in my experience was pretty much the suckiest year of living. I…
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My Royal Red Gloves
Purchased on a whim, at a boutique nearby, their beauty and color captivated my eye. It was during my February “surround thyself with reds and pinks” days. A petite plaid-design of multiple shades of reds with accents of muted black going one way, gold the other, and a softer material of deep burgundy on the…
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World Poetry Day
In honor of World Poetry Day, I am sharing a poem I just read in Joy Harjo’s Memoir, Poet Warrior: A Post Colonial Tale Every day is a reenactment of the creation story. We emerge from dense unspeakable material, through the shimmering power of dreaming stuff. This is the first world, and the last. Once…
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