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The upside of the Upside Down

When Len and I found ourselves in the empty nest, we knew chances were good we would get odd…er than we already were. Add “self-employed writers” to our profiles and you have two grown ups living in pajamas, making a 7:30 bedtime seem more reasonable. Last year our boys suggested we stay awake and watch the Netflix original series, Stranger…

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Why Grover’s Corners is the best day trip for the New Year

Now there are some things we all know, but we don’t take’m out and look at’m very often. We all know that something is eternal. And it ain’t houses and it ain’t names, and it ain’t earth, and it ain’t even the stars…everybody knows in their bones that something is eternal, and that something has to do with human beings.…

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A whole heart in a broken body

The first time Len introduced me to his mom was in January of 1987. I was nervous and awkward…she was poised and gracious. Four months later when Len and I married, mom and I began our journey as in-laws. Mom and I were very different. She had a place for everything while I had everything out of place. She was…

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The day reality got real

Last Friday as I was leaving the nursing home, the parking lot was full of residents holding American flags as they hobbled and rolled to the curb. They were waiting for the Blue Angels to fly over in honor of Veterans Day.   I drove past the group and waved. With minds held captive by dementia, many stared blankly back at me…

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How to enjoy the beach 35 years of cellulite later

Nothing strikes fear in the heart of a middle-aged woman like these two words: Swimsuit Season! So tell me: Would you rather have your 20 year-old body,  or the current broken down version you drag out of bed each morning? What fool wouldn’t choose the younger, more energetic model? Until my recent trip to the beach, I would have knocked…

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Love in the human lost and found

Once upon a time, before I came, you cried and cried and watched TV all day, until you were a zombie. But then I zoomed down from heaven, through skylight, into Room. Whoosh-pshew! And I was kicking you from the inside. Boom, boom! And then I shot out onto Rug with my eyes wide open, and you cutt-ed the cord…

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Squinting our red eyes at the hope of a new day

Do you ever get the sense that life is a series of red eye flights from birth to the grave? Darkness and light duking it out over the course of 70 or so years. Thanks to some insomniac in the 70’s, airlines realized they could maximize their fleet’s productivity/profit by using their planes to transport freight overnight from the west coast…

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The world needs your help…even when it itches

On a typical visit to see my mother-in-law at the nursing home, I will greet her, take a seat on her walker, and roll to my position directly in front of her La-Z Boy. (There is only one other chair in the room that made the cut when the downsizing began about six years ago—a small country-blue number from her house…

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Hope beats a flush every time

From the family that brought you “puzzles as death sport” comes “confessions of sketchy card playing.” My maternal grandmother was a shameless cheat. To be her partner in Setback earned you immediate “guilt by association” status. She scratched her chest for “hearts.” She fiddled with her ring for “diamonds.” She blatantly mouthed “spades” and “clubs.” Robert Redford from The Sting she…

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How to be a Horton in a world full of Whos

After spending the holidays shuffling around in my melancholy pajamas, I’ve been slowly re-acclimating to life among functioning human beings. My guinea pig husband gets to watch my progress first hand. One morning while standing in the kitchen starting my caffeine drip, I looked over at the table where Len was typing away on his computer and smiling. Smiling!?! At 6:00…

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