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Operation Odyssey
Something my 31-year-old son said to me last week reminded me about an ancient (18-year-old) hard copy of a manuscript I have buried in the cupboard. I’m pretty sure most readers here have a similar project in a similar cupboard. The premise was to keep a “journal” for one year chronicling life with a 13-year-old…
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Saving Lissa
Last week, I was digging through a stack of aging, faded newspaper articles I wrote as a free-lancer back in the late 1990’s, hoping to find a particular story I thought might be a good fit for the blog. Suddenly, I landed on a clipping which I didn’t write. It had been snail-mailed to me…
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Fins: A Summer Memory
It was the Monday of Labor Day weekend 2015. My husband and I had only been living in our newly adopted state for 33 days. We had driven from the Chicago area to our new community east and south of Orlando, Florida; just a 20- minute drive from the Atlantic coast. We were renting an…
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Meeting an Advertising Icon…Sort of
Not a lot of people can say that they’ve met the Pillsbury Doughboy. Oh sure, there are some good one-liners about meeting up with him by the dairy case at the grocery store, extending a hand and asking “want to join us for dinner?” But I’m talking for real. In the late-1980’s, I worked at…
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A Little Faith and The DeLorean
During these slow, hot days of August I’ve been thinking back to small and large life events that have left a lasting impression on me. When this particular one popped into my head, I thought “Yes. This is a story to tell.” It was August 2008. We were on the road driving our son Will…