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Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock #6

Sometimes Mother Nature forces us to stop.  A winter storm followed by a winter storm did that for me this weekend. I couldn’t make it to Mrs. Wrestler #2’s 40th birthday party, and I was still snowed in for Miss G’s Christmas concert.  I am blessed that the Mrs. called with all her Birthday excitement.  What a wonderful party she had: old friends and neighbors, family, students, and new friends.  The Mrs. lost her sister and her cousins in early adulthood. When asked if she feels depressed about turning 40, she tells people, “No!  I’m here.  I’m so lucky to…

Stop the Grandma Bashing

Here’s the ad that got me started: It’s not the only one out there.   What the heck?  First off, why is poor Grandpa excluded?  Isn’t it his house, too.  Or is he secretly tech-savvy, but Grandma forced his hep-ness into the closet? This ad is so 20th century. I know Great-grandmas who are can Tweet, Facebook, manage on-demand, Roku, Hulu, stream Amazon movies, and pause it all to make chocolate chip cookies. The read books on their Kindles and Nooks, and even (gasp) SnapChat.  My 87 year-old Mom is one of them. My Aunt Barbara, who is now profoundly…

Pause, Breathe, and Take Stock #5

Oh my, the day sped by today.  I’m busy cooking a roast with rice for supper as I begin this post.  Usually, I’m begin right after my Monday morning phone call to Mom.  Of course, she’s one of the blessings that I count every single day, not just on Monday.  How lucky I am to have such a wise a wonderful woman in my life.  And I grew up with her as my guide.  And guess what?  She likes me, too. Here are a few more things, in no particular order, for which I give thanks and gratitude: The first…

1,000 Words Worth,  “A Christmas Carol”

Saturday Loved-One and I took the grandkids for our 16th annual Christmas outing.  A lot has changed during that time.  We went from one to 12 grandkids.  We added daughters and sons, and lost a few through divorce.  I know there will be changes in the future.  For today, I’ll celebrate our abundance.     Edit   The Merry Christas season is now officially underway.

A Book by its cover…

This morning as I brushed my teeth,I thought about two things that seem unrelated: My eyeglasses and the cover of my novel, A Ship of Peal. Both uncharted waters for me. I really didn’t know what I was doing with either decision. I got my eyeglasses this summer.  They are the first pair that I wear all the time.  I have a long, narrow face, with one ear a bit lower than the other.  I’m inept at picking out sunglasses.  I almost always look like a little girl with her mother’s glasses perched on her nose, slightly askew.  I needed…

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Gratitude Monday: Cubs of course!

How could I fail to mention a soul full of hearty gratitude for a Cubs win this weekend?  Of course!  I mean, I’ve only been a fan for 30 or so years.  I’ve only been around for one sorrowful example of the curse come true, the Bartman Ball.  Oh, poor Bartman, he was only following the instincts of any baseball fan: catch the ball.  I missed the 1969 Black Cat curse, and the Billy Goat curse happened before I was even born. It’s been 71 years since the Cubs won at NL pennant and 108 years since they won the World Series.  Yes, this could be the year for the Lovable Losers. And who better for the Cubs to play against than the team with the next longest drought: the Cleveland Indians.  The last time the Indians won?  48 years ago.

Here’s a list of a few other things, in no particular oder, that are on my gratitude list:

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