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The real estate shows on TV have something that happens in each episode; the potential buyers say they MUST have a view. The hosts/realtors then show them a home with a verandah or deck, looking out on an incredible landscape. The buyers then say, "I can see us having our morning coffee here, or maybe a glass of wine in the evening..." They forget about real life and how rushed each day is. We are barely awake, yet plunk ourselves at the kitchen table before heading out the door to get somewhere on time. Folks with kids on the way...

It's doubtful that anyone else, describing their Mother, would use Yosemite Sam, the character from the Bugs Bunny cartoons as an example...but you didn't know my Mother! (And if you are a reader of this blog and DID know her, you know I'm right!!!) Just like Yosemite Sam, my Mother was, "the ROUGHEST, TOUGHEST..." When she was frustrated or angry, just like Sam, she used to clench her fists and loudly swear, "RACK'N!!! FRACK'N!!!", although using other select words. If you needed someone to move a mountain, she could do it. In many ways, she was invincible. I like to...

My Mother loved people. Despite having a secretarial job with C-I-L Paints, her list of "dream jobs" included waiting tables. "Just think of all of the interesting people you'd meet!" After waiting tables for YEARS, I'm here to tell you that the public, at its best, was always...challenging. Having said that, the various "teams" that I worked with over the years were an amazing group of diverse folks, each with a unique skill set that transformed my world view. From a future doctor to a former stripper, each touched my heart and changed me. (I have to mention that for...

We heard him bellowing, but couldn't see him at the back of the darkened theatre. We were all onstage, nervous during a dress rehearsal. The opening night of the play was almost upon us. He was still yelling, as he took the stairs two at a time, down to the front of the stage, leaping in his uncontrolled fury. We had stopped reciting our memorized lines, wondering what was happening and why our beloved drama coach was shouting at us. He paused, slightly out of breath, (it was the year of his retirement after all!). He was finally able to shout...

Pottery has been a passion of mine...forever, it seems. My collection started before I was twenty and I continue to use these handmade pots for everything from fruit to paper clips. Some were gifts from dear friends, some from artists I've discovered over the years, while others are found treasures from the bottom of a box in a thrift shop. They are each a wonder to me. A cup without a handle means my fingers encircle the same spot as the potter's did when the cup was being turned on the wheel. We are forever connected. Although the pandemic was...challenging,...