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LMNOP
I am a woman of extremes. In Lauren’s world, there is very little middle ground; to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, no nix that, extreme reaction. I frequently find myself either...
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After Five Ears
Yep you read that right. Five Ears. Not five Years. Y oh Y, you might ask, did I drop the Y? Because I’m talking mouse ears silly, that’s why; Mickey Mouse ears to be exact. As I hit “publish” on this...
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Pink
Pink. Who knew such a benign and gentle hue could summon such strong emotions, and could wield such power? Like the red in a thermometer an old Flintstones cartoon climbing, climbing, climbing with...
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Hush
Once when Amelia was just a tiny little cutie pie (as opposed to the even bigger cutie pie that she is now,) I woke up to a sticky note on my bathroom mirror. It said in little kid printing, “Thank you...
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Perfect Ten
It was indeed a great Thanksgiving here at the ranch. The week started off with a grand gathering of all the people I love for our Charlie Brown Thanksgiving and then like a wide-angle lens zooming in,...
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The Toss
Years ago, then President Kennedy made a speech about the space program and our need to keep advancing it. He referred to the story of some little boys running through the green, green fields of...
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Waiting for Because
I’ve been away from blogging for a bit; really dealing with life’s other travails which have been vast of late. I have found my self yet again in the place where events are unfolding and I am...
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Trolley Problem
I was sitting quietly in my infusion chair at chemo, surrounded by very sick, very bald people; feeling and looking very much like a weary, sick, bald person myself. Yet inside my head, I was brutally...
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Sweet Spot
Last week, I found myself on the receiving end of a big, fat, loud “Pshaw.” I guess Pshaw is what you call it, that’s what it sounded like at least. An exasperated sigh plus eye roll; an unspoken, “Oh...
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Heart to Heart
This week Marie, from Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer attempted to stoke us bloggers who had fallen into a blogging funk. Her “Mojo Monday” writing prompt: “If you could have an hour on a bench with...
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