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Blogging is like going to the writer’s gym. I get to tell silly stories about whatever comes into my head at 2 am, with the hope that by repeatedly stringing a bunch of sentences together in a half coherent way, it will provide me with the mental muscle memory needed to knock off another novel. So far, so good. Stay tuned and keep on coming back for a laugh or two. You might actually get to know me (now there’s a scary thought). I’m an open book.
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Apricity At Its Finest!
Learned a new word from my dear friend Renee Clarke the other day. Apricity. Apricity means “the warmth of the sun in winter.” Yesterday was
Flowers On Boot Hill – A Little Sunshine Goes A Long Way
Yesterday, with the appearance of the first day of sunshine in quite a few days, Lisa decided to place the plastic and solar flowers that
Lucid Dreams
I had a very vivid dream last night. I rarely remember my dreams. But this one occurred just before I woke up. The last scene
Grandchildren Are Cool
Grandchildren allow the elderly to appreciate that the family line continues. They are a legacy. When I was casting around in my head for children’s
When Blue Is Blue
The Irish know melancholy when they see it. In fact, we invented it. Right before we invented Poitín (Poteen). The crows came by Boot Hill
The Eyes Have It
Lisa hates when I write about her. And she will never let me post a photo of her. It would be easier to prove the