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Mr. Rogers Neighborhood

I received another email from my Dad. They come with some regularity now. He and my Mom have moved into assisted living and to say he is having trouble adjusting is a bit of an understatement. His messages are disjointed, angry and ...

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Changes

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange Ch-ch-changes Don’t tell them to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes Turn and face the strange . . . . . .   For many years, our dining room was the setting for every ...

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For the Love of Dog

Your dog will never wake up one day and decide he doesn’t love you any more. He’ll love you no matter your age or weight or mood on any given day. He’ll look at you adoringly when you come home from work, throw on your sweats, have a ...

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Catfish

Some would say the world is full of liars and fools and I guess to some extent, that’s true. There are the predators and the prey – those that spend their time looking to get over on somebody else and the poor, trusting souls who just ...

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Living Vicariously

The airplane’s wheels touched down at 7:30AM in Paris, my favorite city, and I couldn’t wait to hit the ground running. My friend, Lori, who had moved to France several months earlier was waiting for me with strong coffee and pain au ...

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The New York Slice

Pizza. I’ve had a love affair with it for as long as I can remember. Born and raised in New York and being of Italian descent, I’ve eaten some incredible pizza. Now, I live in Virginia and have yet to find a slice that can compare. The ...

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What’s Essential?

Eight years ago, I left my friends and family and all that was familiar to me .My life had become a Jerry Springer episode, so I fled. For my kids’ and my sanity, I chose a place that was green and quiet – a place that felt safe. What ...

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The Bittersweet

I watched a little of the USEF Dressage Championships the other day and smiled wistfully as a flood of memories of my daughters’ childhoods came back. I remembered their first riding lessons and the huge smiles they produced as they ...

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Sore Thumbs

Here’s the way it played out in my head: I’m in a grocery store, an airport or maybe a winery and there he is. Our eyes meet and we’re just drawn to one another. Conversation ensues and the rest is history. Unfortunately, whenever that ...

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That’s going to leave a mark

Have you ever watched someone headed for disaster? They trip, stumble or bang their thumb with a hammer and you think, “that’s definitely going to leave a mark”. Much like my favorite pots and baking pans, if you’ve spent any length of ...