So it’s almost Christmas. I hope you get that pony you’ve been whining about year after year. And if you don’t, please stop fretting. Ponies are horrible pets.
I've known parent-child relationship. I've sated on the love of a man for a woman. I've experienced the regard of a mentor for a student. Rarest of all is the physician-pati
Sometimes a phrase that has become outdated or overuse needs to be revisited and considered afresh.
I've been feeling an awful lot of that "humbug" feeling lately.
Thank you for the yellow light way off in the distance, the only one that shines in the darkness of night.
I recently lost my husband to colon cancer. While he was ill people kept thanking me for being there for him and taking care of him. I couldn't accept their gratitude.
Being with family, being able to sleep, relax, laugh, and just be, I realize I have a lot to be thankful for.
This is the time of year when people start to count their blessings even as they count the minutes until the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and the ubiquitous turkey dinner. Several of my bloggin
I've been trying to feel sorry for myself since returning from Colorado. The reason is obvious. I went to the Rockies in search of true love, but I did not find a willing partner.
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