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The Time Machine in My BackYard
This blog incorporates my love of time travel-related themes in literature and film and The Naked Lady blooms in my backyard. I will also talk about why old people cry (a lot), tell stories nobody wants to hear, and why we get so intensely sentimental. That’s because we are living…
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EW!
Bec and her mom have a text discussion when young adult Bec lived at home. Early today: Bec: Ewwwwwww. Me: 😮 Bec: Whaaa iizz this? Me: Where? Bec: Near the cat box. Me: *Scrunches face*..hmmm, a baby (chewed up) regurgitated lizard? Bec: OMG. Me: Exactly. Bec: It’s wet and I…
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Writing
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Cool Mom
I was the cool mom. Now I’m the old mom, slower than her; she sees it. I notice her stare at my aging and quickly pretend I don’t notice; I don’t say anything. I have an only daughter (an Occupational Therapist) who is knitted inside me. I feel the chain…
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Protected: May 12, 2024
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The Daily Blog
This is going to be a grand experiment. I am going to begin making diary entries. I will share these with close friends and family. I invite your comments if you’d like. If you just want to read-only, that’s fine too. I recently found an old email from years ago…
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My Marlboro Man
My Marlboro Man Marsha Leigh St.Claire *note: My author name appears differently in some submissions* Carl Jr. was born and reared in the California desert in San Bernardino where hope thrived among acres of fruit trees, amidst the Depression, work was plentiful here. As Hollywood begat King Kong and Duck…
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How Dauntless Helped Me Make It Through a Pandemic
I did not relax enough during the pandemic years of 20-22, but when I needed to, I mostly played Dauntless. Hi. My (gaming name on PS5) is MightyBEE (paraphrased-shortened). The name is an influence of Mighty Mouse and Aunt Bee from The Andy Griffith Show. Let me begin by explaining…
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I Am Not Who I Thought I Was
What matters now, is what I do next.
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My Salad Dressings are Not in Alpha Order
Living one’s life as a perfectionist along with growing up with a mom suffering from the same disorder is far from perfect. I say “disorder” in the kindest terms possible because there is a misconception in either direction about how we perfectionists view our lives, and those that view how…