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AS ALWAYS, I LED WITH MY HEART

AS ALWAYS, I LED WITH MY HEART

AS ALWAYS, I LED WITH MY HEART I WAS DEAD WRONG – AGAIN. I’m a self-confessed do-gooder. Bleeding heart. Tree hugger. Human hugger. Dog hugger. In fact, anything or anyone that will stand still for long enough will get hugged. I do try to remember and ask first. Lamp...
I’M NIBBLING ON AN ELEPHANT

I’M NIBBLING ON AN ELEPHANT

I’M NIBBLING ON AN ELEPHANT (Flashback to 2013.) We are moving. Again. (And no, we are not military.) Sixteen moves in thirty-eight years. I swear this is the last time. I’M SO DONE! I’m sitting on a cardboard box in the basement. Contemplating stuff I’d dragged over...
DO I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME?

DO I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME?

    DO I CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME? And what matters most? What others think of me or what I think of myself. The thought caught me unawares. Of course, I care what others think. I want them to like me. Admire me. Want to be like me. Wish they could be my friend....
THERE’S ALWAYS AN UPSIDE TO A DOWNSIDE

THERE’S ALWAYS AN UPSIDE TO A DOWNSIDE

THERE’S ALWAYS AN UPSIDE TO A DOWNSIDE His Windy Highness Hurricane Michael blew through Lodge Creek in the Northern Neck of Virginia on a Thursday night. I guess we were fortunate that most of its fury had been spent. The wind was down to 50 mph from 150 mph when it...
ABOUT WITCHES, WRITERS AND HURRICANES

ABOUT WITCHES, WRITERS AND HURRICANES

ABOUT WITCHES, WRITERS AND HURRICANES She knew I was a writer. How? I hadn’t spoken more than ten words to the lady. We met while casually conversing late one afternoon Their sailboat docked next to us. Talk went to Hurricane Florence. And how fortunate we’d been. Our...