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Oct.11.2010
To the authors, I say bravo. It was great fun to participate and yet, it was so much more enjoyable to read these stories. What talent exists out there! I hope that this is done again on a regular basis.
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Oct.07.2010
It’s A Living By Barbara Audet She had always made her living sliding across the front seat of stupidly open cars, grabbing whatever she could and pawning the crazy assemblage of radios, GPS units, and cds. Her cache had grown in recent months to higher priced items such as jewelry and classy...
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Sep.16.2010
Addiction to change can be as compellingly deadly as a three-glass-a-day Chardonnay habit that threatens to expand to five. I don't have the latter. I have the former.  And this dry drunk of inconsistency is making me weak. To  constantly change as the winds of "is this" opportunity...
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Jul.15.2010
Silly Wahol Moment
Different Since Saratoga  By Barbara Audet How am I alike not different? That is likely the best place to start. Like so many who write here, I do that. Always have. I sew and occasionally plan and create quilts. Planning them is 90 percent of the fun for me. The fabric in the upstairs room is...
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Jun.16.2010
The best part of getting older. Stop. Isn't this oxymoronic? Or is it just me? In a matter of days, I will be 56. Gad. How can that be. Mentally, I am pushing 12. Ask my children. Ask my husband. Ask my dogs. Cats. Birds. Fish. The slugs in my garden. I leave room for everybody. Old. What does...
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Jun.16.2010
Dear Miss Mary Stewart, This is a letter that should have been written decades ago and for that I apologize. Both you and Georgette Heyer were my devoted companions throughout what likely were some of the most tempestuous high school years that any young girl endured.  But you especially deserve my...
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Jun.15.2010
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The grass was cut. The sun was punching the clock. And I was waiting for the last load of laundry to finish to hang it on the line. Here in Upstate New York at the border of the Arnot Forest, no one minds the occasion of fluttering clothes. I was soon done with that chore and I dropped onto the old...
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May.06.2010
SKY THOUGHTS
Have I learned to fly? I wonder. Throughout my life, there is no doubt that I have taken significant risks, often running pell-mell into whatever obstacle faced me. Is that flight ora headlong dash into darkness, my personal version of a game of hyper-charged pin thetail of the donkey with real...
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Apr.14.2010
She drove a blue roadster. Solved serious mysteries. Had two best-forever friends. A charming boyfriend. Never seemed to have a major worry. And I wanted to be just like her. Nancy Drew, girl detective. Looking back at childhood, it is not just one book then for me, but a series of books, ...
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Apr.11.2010
April 5. America loses 29 more coal miners. April 11. The world remembers the deaths of millions. Each is significant. Each is potent. Each of these is a date that should and does humble all of us because in every way humanly possible we share the impact of them. Share in the excruciating pain and...
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Feb.23.2010
Memo To the Attention of: The Very Late Mr. Shakespeare or whoever wrote those plays, sonnets. Oh, you know what I mean. CC: The equally but not as late Mr. Nash. Subject: What you may have worried about occasionally but for decades I have worried about constantly.   You had the...
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Feb.10.2010
 "It had become an universal and almost uncontroverted position in the several States, that the purposes of society do not require a surrender of all our rights to our ordinary governors; that there are certain portions of right not necessary to enable them to carry on an effective government...
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