Some people adore change. They embrace it. They find it exhilarating. They love to mix things up, add elements and remove bits, expand and refine, in a passionate swirl of experiences that are never the same twice.
And then, there are people like me. Continue reading
In my several decades on this planet, I’ve lost a number of beloved people and pets. For some reason, Buddy’s death has been the hardest I can recall. Last Friday, March 29, marked the one-year anniversary of his passing, and I was a wreck. At one point, I sat on the floor next to the bookcase, rereading Gwen Cooper’s account of when she had to let her beloved Homer go and ugly-crying like I hadn’t in a long, long time. Continue reading
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Unlike some people I know, I didn’t grow up with the idea that the people from church were my family. They were just the people from church. Continue reading
Once upon a time, everybody went to movies in theaters. It was an Event. We sat upright in fairly cramped chairs, balancing cardboard buckets of popcorn in one hand and paper cups of soda in the other, our feet sticking ever so slightly to the floor where people at the last show had spilled their soda. In winter, we bundled our coats on our laps or sat on them. We did this without thought or complaint, because it was how you saw a movie. Continue reading
When last we saw our heroine, she was recovering from a somewhat rocky week involving an ER visit and a respiratory virus. Even so, this plucky lass chirped valiantly about how her health was improving, and we were left with the definite impression that she was indeed on the comeback trail and that henceforth, she would skate with ease and grace toward her various goals.
Yup. Right. Continue reading
