Crickets. I hear crickets…

I sit at my Mac on an enormous grey exercise ball scanning all of my open windows.  There’s twhirl in the upper corner — not nearly as noisy as it has been, but there, its colorful avatars proudly displaying each person’s thoughts, comments, responses, and taunts to visit yet another link.  And email is open,…

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You, too can enjoy life past 30

Today is my birthday.  And as much as I can say that many women my age choose not to admit their age, I’m proud of mine. I’m 52 years old.  Not 52 years young, or 52 years better.  It doesn’t need to be made into something other than what it is. Fifty-two. The year I…

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Pundits and Forum Whackos

It’s kind of sad how days go by and this space sits waiting to take on the color of my days.  It waits quite a bit now, but not by design.  I haven’t lost interest, though. Most of the time, I feel like one of those clowns that shows up at a kid’s birthday party…

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