Stupid Cupid, you’re a real mean guy. I’d like to clip your wings so you can’t fly. It’s best to click on those lyrics and listen to Connie Francis from way back in ’58 as you read this posting. Many of you weren’t born in 1958 and this may be an eye-opener to the way […]
Feb 10, 2020
Vintage Persons and Mysteries
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Some of us have reached the enviable stage of being VPs or Vintage Persons. Vintage, of course, means top of the line, quality, and something that only years can bring. Provenance! That’s what VPs have. Vintage Persons know what we like and don’t like and VPs like cozy mysteries. I don’t mean that younger […]
Feb 4, 2020
A Place Called Home
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Houses can be bought and sold, but homes cannot. Perhaps a home is no more than a few square feet of floor space but to someone, it may be home. Old houses, large houses, tiny houses and tumble-down houses have histories. As I pass them by, I wonder if love lived within their walls. […]
Jan 21, 2020
Where Love Lives
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“That’s where my heart is,” my friend told me softly, her blue eyes shining. She was talking about Little Rock. Her son lived there. I had the feeling that if her son lived in Timbuktu, her heart would have been there. Love! It’s the indescribable feeling that makes each day worthwhile and each dream worth […]
Jan 17, 2020
Conditioning
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Conditioning. This morning, I woke up with that word going through my mind. Do you know why? I glanced at the news on my iPad. Bad decision! I wanted to know what the volcano in the Philippines was doing and if there were more earthquakes in the States. I found out. The volcano has slowed […]
Jan 14, 2020
Those Mean Old Hurt Feelings
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“And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free” John 8:32. And boy, what a freeing statement that is. All my life, I’ve struggled with getting my feelings hurt. And, many of the supposed hurts are just that–supposed. But whether the person who injured my exposed raw nerve ends meant to […]
