Walt and I are finally cleaning out the basements (yes, that’s a plural); and the over-stuffed three-car garage; and the attics (again, the plural); and all of the closets; and…
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I love this time of year. All those motivating commencement speeches cropping up on the Internet. I can’t remember a single word that was said when I graduated with my…
As you may know, I love a good Starting Over story. You know the kind: one minute you’re riding high, the next, you’re flat on your back wondering what hit…
You get to change your mind You get to make mistakes You get to vacillate You get to take your own sweet time You get to be angry, or hurt,…
Once upon a time I was an aimless girl who twisted herself into a little pretzel to win over a man. He was a decent man, with his own complexes…
Dear J, Happy 50th Birthday!!! I must say, turning fifty is distressing enough without being divorced by your husband of 26 years a few days prior. One could equate that…
We all have deals, you know. Some of the provisions are on the table and mutually agreed upon. Many go unspoken, particularly when it comes to getting what we want…
I got invited to a funeral last month, if you can call that sort of thing an invitation. My friend’s elderly mother died after six months of sliding down hill….
Sometimes we get tired and don’t want to have to try anymore. We want to be loved and appreciated, just for being the decent human being we are. Which is…
This is a guest post by Bridget Cooper of piecesinplace.com Like with most journeys, I believe that I was on the path before I recognized the stones that lay before…
