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The Italian woman’s son

There is a definite limit to how much fish and skinless white meat chicken I can consume before I crave red meat like a caged lioness dreaming of a fat wildebeest over a bowl of kibble. So I went out on a limb with a hamburger last night. Made with extra lean beef, the assumption [...]

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“Tries hard”

I’ve come upon many things while cleaning out the filing cabinets… and shredded most of it. Some stuff they’ll just have to toss when I’m gone, like my grade school report cards. Kindergarten and 1st grade are missing, probably lost in the move from California to Texas – but 2nd through 8th are here, carefully [...]

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Disconnect

As I type this, Tropical Storm Bonnie does her worst outside… which is really nothing more than a lot of water and winds of 40mph. Not bad at all, and I welcome her ashore providing she doesn’t crawl over into the Gulf and strengthen. Blogging has appreciably altered my reality, hopefully for the better, but [...]

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Peachy Keen

I’m convinced that freshly picked, tree ripened Georgia peaches are one of the many ways God shows his boundless love for us. Walked past a bin of these in Publix this morning and their overwhelming smell drew me in for a closer look. They are gorgeous and make me glad to be alive. Some days [...]

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