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Re-thinking Left Hander’s Day

A couple of months ago it was "Left Hander's Day" (August 13th) This particular made-up holiday put my panties in a knot, because I always resented being singled out as a left- handed person. There's a stigma against us, (however small these days) and the preconceived notion that we somehow qualify as "freaks". That really… Continue reading Re-thinking Left Hander’s Day

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Snow White’s Bad Day

Here’s another short story from the archives of my mind. Although I grew up in California, I have plenty of memories of playing with my cousins back in the suburbs of Boston. This story makes me ponder (more than usual, that is) the differences between growing up in the 1950’s and growing up in the… Continue reading Snow White’s Bad Day

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Grandma’s Un-haunted House

I believe in ghosts, spirits or whatever you want to call them. I don’t believe that every person who dies becomes a ghost, though. But I definitely believe that some spirits of the dead can’t pass on. Those trapped souls are what present themselves to us as “ghosts”. My theory is that the better your… Continue reading Grandma’s Un-haunted House

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This Time It’s Personal: Life Before Buddy

Warning: Posts in this segment may contain language that is inappropriate and/or offensive to some readers. I used to be the World's biggest pack rat. "Used to be" is the operative phrase. Let's hope so, anyway. I was always sentimental, a collector by nature, and perhaps, what many minimalists might call a "hoarder". My friends… Continue reading This Time It’s Personal: Life Before Buddy

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This Time It’s Personal: Remembering Missy

When we got the call that Sunday, I was surprised, mostly because I’d just been thinking of my friend Melissa. She’d been sick for a while and I really expected her to pull through. But my childhood friend Melissa or “Missy” as I called her, is gone. I hadn’t seen Missy in years, since she… Continue reading This Time It’s Personal: Remembering Missy