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There are too many people out there that define what happiness looks like by adopting a set of rigid rules and setting clear guidelines.  Don’t get me wrong, we need laws, policies and a good sense of right and wrong in order to guard against chaos and anarchy.  It equates to taking your...
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Attending Madama Butterfly on the eve of Mother’s Day, makes the story even more poignant.  The story cuts through the ugly, caddish American, the Japanese stereotypes and what is left is a mother’s ultimate sacrifice.  She dies an honorable death so her son has a chance to...
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You know you have had a really bad day when you are strapped into an MRI tunnel and that is the best part of your day.  I pushed the worry of wearing eye shadow with metal flecks, becoming spontaneously claustrophobic, and enduring a very long needle inserting dye into my hip socket to the...
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Tiny parachutescarrying secret wisheson a hopeful breath © Kelly Tweeddale 2012
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Sometimes winning is overrated.  Maybe that is because I’ve spent a bit of time in the loser’s circle.  Yes, winners get the wreath of roses, the flute of champagne, and a nice blue ribbon, but does winning build character?  I mean, does that warm, euphoric feeling really sustain you...
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Kids today have the option of picking a sport, individual or team, learning it and playing it.  Gender doesn’t have a lot to do with the options anymore.  When I was a young, there was no such thing as organized team sports or individual competitions for girls.  We learned the rules...
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Where is Martha Stewart’s production crew when you need them?  I mean, really, I could be very happy playing in the garden or in the yard if I had a set-up team to make it easy and enjoyable.  The planting beds would be weed free; the soil turned, enhanced and tamped down; and I could...
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It’s always exciting to see a project come to fruition.  Tonight Seattle Opera produced its first (and perhaps only) live simulcast where opening night of Madama Butterfly was broadcast live into an 8,000 seat arena.  It was a project that was four years in the making.  The...
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I have often wondered if children play because they are happy or they are happy because they play.  There are scores of books written on the subject of being happy or finding happiness, just as many self-help articles, and there are people that devote a lifetime of study on the subject. ...
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Four years ago I was invited to an outdoor garden party where many distinguished guests were noshing and talking.  There was a billionaire who was planning and in training for a trip to space, there were captains of industry, socialites, philanthropists, and then there was me.  As I...
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As a kid, I hated recess.  I hated PE.  In both cases we would line up for team sports or games and captains were chosen and they would pick their teams.  Being a diminutive, painfully shy, and scrawny girl I could pretty well count on being either the last one picked or second to...
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It’s been a long, dry spell since I’ve posted regularly to my blog. Chalk it up to being busy, or distracted, or in a place where I was just unwilling to invite the outside world in.  The true fact is that any excuse will do.  So, I made a commitment and signed up for May’s NaBloPoMo (...
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It’s been three days since I completed the 2012 Boston Marathon.  It’s quite extraordinary how this marathon has provided such rich analogies for my life.  When I ran this grand daddy of all marathons for the first time three years ago as a first-time qualifier I was like an ingénue, a...
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In honor of my 52nd birthday and National Poetry Month, I decided to try my hand at a villanelle.   Today a candle burns for me somewhere With a flame that is hot from wax to wick. Wish, breathe, wish, pray, cross your fingers, breathe, blow.   A child’s rite of passage floats in the air...
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NPR has been hosting the 3-Minute Fiction contest, and is currently on it's 8th Round.  The premise is that a well-known author sets up a writer's prompt (usually a photo or a scenario or an opening line) and contestants are asked to write a 600-word short story by a certain 11:59PM (ET)...
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