A Belated Blog–Better Late Than Never!

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It’s nearly 9 p.m. My brain is barely functioning. My entire being is swirling and soaring with unprocessed emotions. Honestly? I almost skipped this week’s post. But  my 13-year-old daughter just reminded and encouraged me to write. She said, “Mommy. You have to! You made a promise to post every Sunday eve. Just do it now!” And just minutes ago, my extraordinary friend and internationally published author, Laura Duksta, reached out on Facebook. She said, “I came looking for your newest post and looks like you may be taking a break for the New Year…” Thank you from my heart, … Read More

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Izzy–My Healing Pup

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I often ponder the contrasting moments of the human journey. A person lost a family member only months before a wedding. A hurricane dismantled and destroyed a city. Then its inhabitants repaired broken homes and hearts with communal kindness. A friend was in your life for only a short while but years later you realize why. Yes. I have experienced all of the above scenarios and much more about which I will write in future blogs. Today I wanted to introduce you to Izzy. My compassionate canine. No, he is not a therapy dog, although I’ve seriously considered taking him … Read More

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Great Auntie Irma–Who Invited You?

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Palm trees are lurching and leaning as their strong, thick roots keep them alive. Debris is flying past my window and rain is slamming against the glass like torrential tears. The wind is increasing—I hear banging, knocking, and other sounds that are foreign and frightening. It’s ironic that just last Sunday I posted about “Houston, Harvey and Heroes.” And now I am sharing what is transpiring in my own hometown. I am blessed that we still have power. I am grateful for our old, but rock solid home. I am with my husband, my children, my dogs and thank goodness … Read More

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Houston, Harvey and Heroes

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I am in South Florida right now. I’m feeling inexplicably grateful for the scorching, sweltering September Sunday. That sounds kinda bizarre, right? We rarely go to the beach, which is evident by my pale skin. (My friends in college actually called me Snow White!). But today we headed east. My husband suggested we go to the boardwalk and stop at the organic market. And I am so glad he did. My daughter rollerbladed, my husband ran, and my son and I walked together. I detest the heat and humidity. I know. How in the world am I a native Floridian! … Read More

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