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Jan.20.2011
As an avid reader, I make a point not to see a movie from any book I truly enjoyed reading.  I learned my lesson fast, when I read the Colleen McCullough novel The Thorn Birds and then watched the mini-series based on the book.  Characters disappeared, storylines were beefed up or trimmed back and...
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Jan.06.2011
In an effort to keep my New Year's resolution, I will keep this blog entry as simple as I can. Over the past several years, I have watched my life become more and more complicated.  From my personal relationships with friends and family to the never ending mountain of paperwork that piles up on my...
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Sep.20.2010
Parker!
I found this blog topic surprisingly thought provoking!  Not only did I have to find out who Justin Bieber is, I was surprised by his resemblance to my own pre-teen crush (which happens to still melt my butter)--Parker Stevenson.   Parker, along with another teen heartthrob Shaun Cassidy,...
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Sep.06.2010
There was a fast, narrow river that wound it's way thru the camp where I vacationed, with my family, as a child.  My sister and I would cross it by stepping on the rocks that peeked out just above the surface. Some of the rocks were covered with moss and some had a thin layer of water that grazed...
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Jun.22.2010
  Without question, my favorite detective is the annoyingly loveable Lt. Columbo. You can’t judge a book by it’s cover- and you certainly can’t judge a detective by their fumbling and stammering in a wrinkled trench coat.   I love murder mysteries in any form.  I can watch hours of the benign...
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Jun.22.2010
What is the best part of growing older?  That is a tough question? After entering my 40s, I bought my first pair of “readers” so I could see the newspaper without having to hold it 2 feet from my face. I noticed my metabolism slowing, staying out late became out of the question and I noticed a...
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Mar.11.2010
I am a firm believer in reading and re-reading almost anything I think someone might read.  Thank goodness for grammar and spell-check.  They have kept me from many an embarrassing typo.  Granted, I have sent out documents and e-mails that aren’t perfect, but I’ve avoided anything too terrible.  I...
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Mar.11.2010
  I live in a very quite neighborhood. The interaction I have with my neighbors is limited to polite waves to each other from our cars or a quick “how ya doin’?” while getting the mail.  Needless to say, I really don’t know most of their names.  Over the past four years of living here, I have made...
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Mar.11.2010
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Ah... my high school memories. They were born from the stereotypically fertile decade of the 1980’s. Hardly a care in the world… cruising the halls between classes, Duran-Duran concerts, shopping sprees at The Limited and Contempo Casuals, sweating through Algebra for a passing grade, lots of...
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Jan.21.2010
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“Nemo me impune lacessit” (No one attacks me with impunity) is the family motto of Montresor, the main character in Edgar Allan Poes The Cask of Amontillado. That motto is played out in this haunting short story of a bruised egos’ murderous revenge.  It is one of my favorite short stories. The...
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Jan.14.2010
I spent two exhausting semesters, in college, taking poetry classes. Morning, noon and night I waded through Dickinson, Keats, Milton and Shakespeare and countless others. Out of all of the hundreds of poems I read, analyzed and discussed only one has stayed with me all of these years.     ...
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Jan.01.2010
A simple Internet search of the word "happiness" yields some interesting results. There are the standard dictionary definitions laden with words like ‘euphoria' ~ ‘delight' and ‘pleasure'. There's even a magazine; aptly titled "Happiness", that offers tips to achieving it, heart...
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Dec.24.2009
My favorite Christmas is also my worst Christmas. That statement might be a bit confusing but it makes perfect sense to me. Christmas 2006 was spent at my parent’s home; tucked just outside of Charlottesville, VA. Our small family consisted of my father, mother, older sister and me. My older sister...
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