How did I get to the point where I needed to make a spreadsheet to keep everything straight?
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Suprise Me
Pill Proliferation
Prompted By Pills
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How did I get to the point where I needed to make a spreadsheet to keep everything straight?
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Oh!
Prompted By First Day of School
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Becoming
Prompted By Beach Reads
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Truth be told, I do very little reading these days. I used to love to read and long ago, I read a book a week, but my eyes have betrayed me. I developed severe dry eye 30 years ago and did all I could to maintain my vision. I cauterized my lower tear ducts shut…
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Memory Lapse
Prompted By Mother’s Day
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...a very mobbed-up restaurant where we always got a prime table...
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Book Club
Prompted By Friendship
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Book Club I took this photo in front of my friend Helen’s beautiful waterfront home on City Island in the Bronx. Pictured are the wonderful women in my Uptown Book Club, in the back row – Reina, Karlan, Judy, Marlene, and Helen; and in the front row – Renee and Paula. It seems I have…
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The Gossips
Prompted By Gossip
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The Gossips The prolific American artist and illustrator Norman Rockwell painted The Gossips in 1948 and like innumerable of his works it graced the cover of The Saturday Evening Post. As was his habit, Rockwell used his friends and neighbors as his models, and in The Gossips he even included himself – that’s the artist with his ubiquitous pipe…
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Babysitting with Coffee, Tea, or Me?
Prompted By Working
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I loved reading about the very friendly skies while the little kids were asleep.
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Pursuing the Perfect Purse
Prompted By Accessorize, Accessorize
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Perfection in a purse is an elusive pursuit I am afraid I will never achieve. For now, I have taken a vow. No new purses.
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Frae Bonnie Scotland
Prompted By Travel
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I had a Scottish nurse when I was a baby. She called me her “wee little treasure” and gave me dolls that said, “Frae Bonnie Scotland” on them. Her name was Jean James but I called her Jean-Jean. I loved the way she spoke and the way she cared for me and my brother. Because…
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