Category Archives: Musings

Garage Sales, Bags of Love, Paper and Pen, Listening to Stories, Peter Block

Connections are made in strange ways. As I stumbled around looking for inspiration for my REQUIRED writing today (why do I do this to myself?), I turned to videos of Peter Block.  I love listening to him talk.  While surfing, … Continue reading

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Three things I Will Never Be Again (OR “Coming to terms with your garage sale stuff”)

As my husband and I pile up our lives and our history for display on the driveway, to be accepted or rejected by strangers – at a dollar a pop – I can’t help but get a little melancholy. I … Continue reading

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“Begin With The End in Mind” (Stephen Covey): When Reading?

Have you ever read the last chapter first?  My friend does this to decide if she wants to read the book.  When I heard this I was incredulous.  There is a beginning, middle and end for a reason.  The reason … Continue reading

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On Paying Attention to E.B. White

“It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn’t catch the remark because I wasn’t paying attention” from Charlotte’s Web by E.B. White My mother was a second grade teacher.  Her favorite time of … Continue reading

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Toaster Vs Toaster Oven

Toaster Oven.  It was always very clear to me.  Life without it was unimaginable.   I even remember the moment long,long ago when I discovered my neighbor did not have a toaster oven, even with a family of 4, can you … Continue reading

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Happy Independence Day!

Summer was independence. Summer was freedom. My memory isn’t what it used to be, but I am having a hard time recalling favorite childhood Fourth of Julys. I don’t remember any big barbecues or extended family gatherings or beach romps. … Continue reading

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One Woman’s History… My History, My Mom

Like Pavlov’s dogs, we are conditioned to deliver a particular response when specific circumstances present themselves.  For Pavlov’s dogs it was salivating at the sound of a bell because it was associated with food.  Moms are excellent conditioners, and in … Continue reading

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