Ladies beware… of those musical motives.

(written 2/1/12) Here I sit, on Charlee’s bed, listening to her practice her piano.  The window next to me is open, though the shade is closed to block glaring sunlight.  She is scanning her sheet music – attempting to read the

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Rainy days with Mrs. Jones

Standing in front of one of the smallest houses in our neighborhood, I waited for the school bus to show up…   It was a flashback, prompted by the group of school kids huddled together in the very same spot. 

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I live here! WTH?!

Note to Self!! Strange man in house is not strange man… it is your son, home from Germany! Screaming as you round the corner from the dining room to the kitchen – when you see someone snooping in the refrigerator

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I’m going in a Nursing Home

Walking on inclines are a pain.  Charlee was ahead of me, heading for the van.  I could see her hurrying, she didn’t have her coat and it was cold out.  Her gait was choppy, as she was walking downhill. (Seriously

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Flaming Bacon

I slept in Monday morning.  Actually, all day Sunday I didn’t move from the couch.  Just felt exhausted.  I would have slept longer, but was awakened by something burning.  That said, I didn’t hear fire alarms, and no one was

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I Vacuumed the Dog

* I am trying something new… I’ve attached my first attempt at audio.  I realize it’s rough in places.  I thought I’d share to get some feedback.  In the future, I will attach the links at the bottom of the story.

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Sleep – What Sleep?!

* Another oldie, written 01/15/2010 after a night with no sleep.  I dug it out to share after Frank took to sleeping with friends on trains. 😉  Sleep.  How appropriate the subject – as it is 2 a.m. and I can’t

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Train ‘friends’

(Written September 1, 2014) Friday, Frank came home from work exhausted.  It’s not easy keeping up the same pace, while your body is trying to heal.  Thankfully he is taking the train.  (He is not allowed to drive with a

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