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Personal Safety (part 1)

Even though my husband worked shifts and was gone overnight many nights throughout our almost-25-year marriage, I was never actually worried or fearful of my or the children’s safety. We lived in average, middle-class neighborhoods where, I know, crime can and...

The Best Laid Plans

The English teacher in me must first explain that the familiar phrase “the best laid plans” is actually a misquote of Burns’ poem “To a Mouse”; the line actually reads “the best laid schemes”. I probably shouldn’t...

Ahhhh . . . Sweet Affirmations

Before I go any further, I’m going to break one of the rules of blogging as handed down by a couple of blogging gurus whose blogging material I’ve read. According to the experts, a blogger should never apologize for not posting for a few days or even...

Guilt

Guilt. Is there anyone alive who hasn’t felt their stomach churn and their face burn with it? Of course, sometimes guilt is well-deserved. Bringing work issues home and then snarling at a loving spouse, yelling at the kids, and kicking the puppy should make a...

With Apologies to Tolstoy

What is it Tolstoy said about unhappy families? “All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Perhaps Tolstoy is right — I don’t know. But the exact opposite is true about the books — both fiction and...

Finding My Voice

Last week, I received an email from a dear friend; in it, she responded to my earlier emailed request to please give me feedback as she reads my posts. With her permission, I’ll share the 2 points she raised.First, she noted that I may be limiting my scope and,...

Getting the Job Done — Judy’s Story

This evening I’m going to share part of someone else’s story, with her permission. First, though, a bit of backstory. Judy was a friend/older sister to me from when I was about 11 years old until I started college. I admired her zest for life, her...

Stepping off the Board

My hometown in Southeast Missouri had a large community swimming pool when I was growing up, and each summer until my mom was convinced we could swim proficiently, my sister and I took swimming lessons. At the end of the short “leg” of the L-shaped pool...