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It is a truth universally known that appliances die in threes. You watch in helpless dread when the dishwasher starts leaking, because you know your breakdown woes have just begun. Appliance blight will almost certainly spread. You can only hope … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about Pollyanna, a book written 100 years ago which tells the story of a little girl whose cheerful determination to look on the bright side infects everyone around her. No ordinary the-glass-is-half-full optimist, Pollyanna … Continue reading
The Princess and the Metaphorical Pea* When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life gives you a pandemic, add vodka. Unknown brilliant philosopher…being me I love to walk. Be it a vigorous hike, or a leisurely stroll, … Continue reading
Some people think they were born at the wrong time; adventurers wish they had lived in 900 AD when Vikings sailed the seas, and fleshy women yearn for the 1600s when their bodies would have been the feminine ideal in … Continue reading
I have my mother’s hands. That’s not something I’ve ever taken as a compliment – no offense, Mom. Our hands are broad and short-fingered. A network of lines criss-crosses both palm and back. The adjectives “sturdy” and “capable” come to mind … Continue reading
It’s normal to lose your train of thought now and then. If that train routinely jumps the track and crashes in a fiery ball of twisted wreckage, you may have a problem. My husband and I were getting caught up … Continue reading
Do you have lovely eyes? A noble nose? An infectious smile? Sometimes it’s hard to see our own outstanding features, even if they are obvious to everyone else. That’s because some of us can’t see beyond the big, invisible labels … Continue reading
Forty years ago today, I thought the end was near. I found myself confronted by a pack of snarling, howling, wild animals; a metal mesh gate the only thing separating me from certain disembowelment. I had armed myself, but doubted … Continue reading