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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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Watching Trump and Hillary play kickball at recess

I don’t know how it was at your grade school, but in Slidell, Louisiana, in the late 1960s, we had certain playground customs. So, for example, if you decided to choose up teams for kick ball (or play a game that required someone to be “it”), nobody—at least at Florida Ave Elementary—began with, “One potato, two potato, three potato, four…” That was, well, so fifties.…

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Why it’s okay to be an indecipherable mess

If I have the stuff inside me to make cocoons—maybe the stuff of butterflies is there too. Trina Paulus, Hope for the Flowers Some people enjoy a butterfly life. Colorful and carefree, they flit unpredictably about the world eliciting “oohs” and “ahhs.” What a sweet life! Flying from one beautiful place to the next, sampling exotic foods, always looking good and turning heads. When butterfly people land…

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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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