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A Block of Bird Seed
Birds make me nervous. The seeds of apprehension were planted during my girlhood. I think it began with Felix, my uncle's mean-spirited Cockatiel, who on occasion perched himself on my shoulder just long enough to snip my earlobe. Or perhaps the Seagulls at the beach that swooped low to grab picnic lunches and later dropped an unwelcome surprise on my head first garnered my disdain. Wait. There was also an Emu that hissed at me and would have removed my right index finger had I been standing just an inch closer to him. It is a sordid history... the one I share with birds.Although I am not sure of the exact time and place I began distrusting birds, the solidifying moment

Cough...Sneeze...Oink
The H1N1 virus ( aka swine flu...or better yet as my sweet Pumpkindoodle mispronounced it "slime flu") has hit my home.I'm either immune or am surviving on extra doses of grace and adrenaline. It's a good thing because my husband, son and daughter are not fairing well...however, they are not showing scary signs of complications either and I pray that they will not.Pumpkindoodle has been fighting high fever for more than 72 hours...Z-man and The Professor have been suffering for little more than 24 hours...I am very grateful for things I normally take for granted...things like extra blankets, grocery sto

Walking Down the Lane - He Held My Hand
(I am starting a new series called "Walking Down The Lane" Posting will be sporadic, but the purpose will be to share memories... I almost didn't finish writing this, but have been inspired by my friend Marilyn to "Write it Anyway" -- The first installment posted below is an 11 year-old memory that took place when The Professor and I were in that stage between dating and hanging out.)Although we met in May, The Professor (then a grad student) and I did not become fast friends. Our first official date didn't occur until October 26, 1998, but we were getting to know each other via swin

At (In)Courage with The Doubting Self
I'm at (In) Courage today with a post to which I think many can relate. Here's a sneak peek:This post is for the woman who walks silently into a crowded room and stands alone hoping that someone will notice her. This post is for the woman who sits quietly with her lips curved into a polite smile as she listens to small talk, but seldom joins the conversation. This post is for the woman who walks up to a group of co-workers or moms at a PTO meeting and suddenly feels as though she's been transported bac

Not That Wife
(This post was published on March 19, 2008, so the mentioned events are not recent...my husband's back surgery happened nearly 2 years ago. Still, this has always been one of my favorite posts even though my weaknesses are accented. --My apologies to those of you who have read