If This is Rapture, Count Me In

Writing in my usual spot next to the kitchen window just wasn’t cutting it this morning, so I took my coffee and journal outside. When I opened the front door, I noticed the moon, still shining against the bright blue sky. I thought it was supposed to rain all weekend,. . . .

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Encore! Encore!

Youthful Imaginings As a kid, I watched the Thanksgiving Day parade (Gimbel’s, Philadelphia) on the color television at my aunt and uncle’s house. The year I was about seven, I couldn’t wait to watch “Heidi” on TV after dinner, so naturally I was frustrated when the beginning of the movie. . . .

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Something Real and True

Better than Cable I’m among 150,000 people currently watching “eagle cam” online.  I’ve been hooked on the live video stream from an eagle’s nest in Decorah (http://www NULL.ustream NULL.tv/decoraheagles), Iowa, since I learned about it on Saturday. I usually watch it while working in another screen or even on another. . . .

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Play Ball

With so many horrible things happening in the world, I almost feel guilty to be so excited about the start of baseball season.  I get it if you think I’m being frivolous, especially when so much of the world seems to be falling apart. I can’t help it, though.  My. . . .

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In My Own Voice

Writing for Fun, and then Not The first item on my to-do list for the past (hmm, last post was on the 10th, so that would be) two weeks has been “publish blog post.”  Good thing I moved on to item two, or I would have missed flossing, paying bills,. . . .

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Work I Love So Much . . . .

Don’t tell my agent, but I would do this for free. That’s my favorite (paraphrased) sound bite from the Academy Awards broadcast.  Busy with Sunday evening get-ready-for-the-week chores, I was only half-listening to the TV, so I’m not sure which Oscar winner said it, but it was someone who worked. . . .

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Slow Motion, Not No Motion

What happened to January? Or the beginning of February, for that matter. Can it possibly be only five weeks since I was brimming with all of those resolutions, er, intentions, for the New Year? Dotted with “2-hour delay” and “snow day,” my calendar doesn’t look like I accomplished much in. . . .

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