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Birthday Musings

This past Saturday, July 21, marked 9 years since my husband was told he had stage 4, inoperable cancer. He was only 47; he had exhibited absolutely no symptoms; there was no family history at all; he had just carried, along with my son, a couch up 12 flights of...

Decisions, Decisions

I think I hold the record for the longest time taken to choose a new couch.If you don’t believe me, take my picture to any furniture store in the southeast quarter of the great state of Missouri. Sales associates in every one will no doubt remember me.On the...

Sharing the Hair-Brush Microphone

I’ve always loved road trips. As a child, I looked forward to our family’s annual vacation as much for the long car ride that would take us to our destination as I did the destination itself.In the weeks and months leading up to the trip, I would envision...

A Tale of Two Guys

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . .   Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two CitiesMy local big box pet supply store cannot by any stretch of the imagination be compared to France. But the French Revolution, or at least the famous opening lines to...