Cold outside today, just a little. Seventeen below, my Android tells me. I am still in my pajamas as a write this, slouched on the couch with a blanket over my body and warm fuzzy socks on my feet. You can do that sort of thing with a good conscience when part of your profession
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In the aftermath of Christmas, our cupboard is cluttered with goodies. A plate of monster cookies and a quarter of a bucket of raisin-filled cookies, candy canes, the remnants of a cheese ball, an assortment of candied peanuts, a bowl of popcorn spices, two giant Reese cups with a mini pie-shaped slice cut from one
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I have a sister who used to say about some thought or emotion she felt, “Oh, I don’t want to tell because then it won’t be special anymore.” I think that’s sometimes how it is for a writer. Life always talked about becomes life lived on the surface. Real experiences and nibbles of thought, when
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I woke up this morning with the line of a song running through my mind. “These are the times of nickels and dimes and love.” Just a single line, and no more. I like it because it makes me think of my family. Of simple things, happy memories. Not that we ever actually had to
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My old farmer Grandpa gave me a clipping from a newspaper the other day titled “An Old Farmer’s Advice.” That’s like my grandpa, to take a liking to some writing or another and pass it on. And because it’s from my grandpa, and because I like my grandpa, I will pass it on to you.
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