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Road Trip

My friend Kathy has a brother-in-law who shot an alligator once and took it to a taxidermist. The taxidermist preserved the alligator in a posture that made it look as though it were getting ready to jump up and bite someone. It appeared to be lunging forward, slightly elevated on its front legs with the head thrust forward and upward. The huge jaws were wide open exposing a mouthful of menacing teeth. If a person were to stand in front of the alligator, turned around and bend over, it would appear as if the alligator was about to take a large chunk from said behind and quite possibly leave the person with one less cheek. Kathy and I thought this was the best photo opportunity, ever. We took turns posing, bent over with our rear ends in the gators face. One of us would feign expressions of terror and shock as the other one captured the Kodak moment, over and over again. We let our imaginations run wild and made continuous attempts to out-do each other in creative poses and expressions. The pictures are ridiculous and hilarious. It really looks as though we are getting ready to lose our derrieres.…

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Contentment Anyone?

I recently spoke at a woman’s retreat on the subject of contentment: a tough subject for most of us. Our gathering was small, about thirty five women in all. Yet it was exactly right. One by one, we opened closed doors and introduced each other to the person hiding behind them. One by one we admitted to the discontent in our lives and of the challenges we face daily in accepting life as it is. The decision to be content is as life altering as the decision to love. And yes, it is a decision. Does the honeymoon go on forever? Do the babies have that wonderful smell, that sweet fuzzy head, those eyes of shear adornment all the days of their lives? Do our strong young bodies stay the same, regardless? Because we have no choice in the matter, we struggle to accept these changes with grace. The only choice we really do have is in how we, as women, chose to react to them. I’ll never forget the day I realized I was no longer the object of mens admiring eyes. My daughter was. It was literally shocking to me. She was blossoming into quite a beauty and…

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Me & Sue (continued)

As the little girls grew up, they became clever and mischievous. One day, toward the end of their first grade year, Sue called and asked that I go to the school and pick our trouble-times-two, up from the nurse’s office. Apparently they were sick. I can’t tell you how many times the two of them were sick together. Never did one get sick without the other which worked to our advantage. That way, only one of us moms had to take time off from work. I’d stay home for one illness and Sue would stay home for another. As employees go, we were pretty reliable, taking about half the time off mothers normally do in order to care for sick children. Yet, the school often questioned this joint sickness thing. I guess they doubted these two little girls were always legitimately taken ill with the same thing at the same time. But Sue and I liked it. It just made life easier for us a lot more fun for them. On this particular day, Sue was laughing when she called and told me the girls were claiming to be sick and had gone to the office with a note supposedly…

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Book Release!

Hello Everyone! UPS just delivered the first shipment of my latest novel, A Friend Like Frank, The Mischief Chronicles, Volume 1. The exciting part of being an author is the actual writing of the story. The gruesome part is the marketing which we all have to do these days. If only…. back in the day, publishers promoted new authors, the goal to make everyone a best seller. Yet, that promoting became expensive, and as time went by, publishers needed to tighten the belt and now put their money on the well known and already famous writers of our day. So, how does a locally known, small town author get national attention? By working hard and selling as many books as possible on my own. By doing everything I can to expand beyond my neck of the woods. And, if I’m successful, a publisher may just decide to put some marketing money into my books some day and just see what happens! This is simply the way it is. A Friend Like Frank is the first in The Mischief Chronicles, a three book series. It is a fun, romantic comedy full of lively characters you would love to be friends with.…

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

I’m taking time out this week from “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” to honor the reason for the season: a tiny baby born in a cold and undeniably bare bones environment to parents of unbelievable faith. The life of Jesus is the footprint our lives should extend from. Imagine a world where the hungry are fed, where violence is replaced with patient understanding and love, where complaints are replaced by acts of kindness and words of encouragement. Such a Pollyanna outlook, wouldn’t you say? Yet there is so much room for improvement in this world we live in, a vast galaxy of hearts that need to soften and words that should never be spoken and actions that should never be done. I am concerned for us as a society. Our emphasis on personal appearance is overwhelming, even to the most attractive of us. We do upkeep on everything, our homes, cars, ourselves, etc., yet not much of anything is done to strengthen our souls. Our spirit is who we are. Our soul is the part of our spirit that listens to God and follows the direction of the Holy Spirit. If we never bother to quiet ourselves and listen to…

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!

The Beginning of The End   I hold her balled up fist in my hands, one hand cradling the tightly clenched fist, the other gingerly prying her fingers loose, hoping to clip the fingernails that are cutting into the palm of her hand.  It isn’t working very well. “Ouch!” she flinched and pulls back. “I’m sorry Mom, but I can’t clip your nails unless we free up your fingers.”  I cautiously pull her hand closer once again and very slowly pry loose each finger, one at a time, and clip the long nails. I can see where they have been digging into her palm. I know Dad would have gotten to it before long, yet this will be one less thing for him to do. “Smells,” Mother declares with a wrinkle of her nose. She is embarrassed the stroke has left her with such a gnarled appendage, so useless and offensive.  It’s clenched so tight the small amount of water that manages to seep in from a shower ends up stinking as no air gets in to dry things out. I have a weak stomach and at that moment I hate myself for it. I breathe deeply, slowly, not allowing…

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Follow The Story!

Hello! I have decided to do something different with my blog for a while. I’ve been working on a book I’m hoping to get published in the next year entitled “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun”.  The book is a compilation of real stories about real relationships between mothers and daughters, sisters, sister-in-laws, girlfriends, aunties, and grandmothers. It’s about us girls. Many of the stories are heart warming and many are funny. Some are sad.  The underlying theme is that we need each other. We may have wonderful marriages, a great relationship with our children, love the in-laws, etc., yet we are incomplete and empty without other women in our lives. In what ever form they arrive, blood relations or not, we need sisters and sister friends. There is a popular saying that states something about people becoming a part of our lives for a season, for years, or for a life time. Each one is significant and precious regardless of the time spent in the lime light of each others lives. Some fire flies lose their spark quickly and some glow warm in our hearts forever. Yet there is never a time when we don’t need sisters. I will post…

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A Hallows Tale

Once upon a time a lady named Hazel flew on her broom to my house. I had three little kids at the time and I didn’t want them to be afraid or ask too many questions, so I asked Hazel to leave her broom on the back porch along with the pointy hat she insisted on wearing every day of her life. I had known Hazel since we were ten years old, kicking around in the same neighborhood woods where one day she came upon the broom. I’ll never forget it because it was so high up in this big old maple tree we were climbing and I couldn’t imagine how it could have gotten up there. “It flew, of course,” Hazel declared. Well I snickered to hear her say such a silly thing and wondered out loud where she got that idea. “Hazel, it didn’t fly. Brooms can’t fly.” But she showed me. Hazel grabbed hold of the handle, threw herself off the top of the tree straddling the broom, and held on for dear life. I screamed, sure she was heading for a crash landing on the rocky forest floor. Instead, she took off with a mighty swoop…

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Excuse me, but I seem to be missing my eyebrows!

It’s six a.m. and as dark as the time we got caught in an underground tunnel in the middle of the night and suddenly all the lights went out.  So dark it makes no difference if the eyes are open or closed, the sense of touch will find the light switch long before sight will. Yet this won’t last forever; just until this coming Sunday when daylight saving ends.  It will still be dark at six in the  morning, yet not quit as dark. Things change. For example, I used to have a full set of eyebrows. Not anymore. Now I have half-a-brow. They start out just fine but come to an abrupt halt at the half way mark. I’ve no idea where the rogue halves wandered off to, but they are gone. Now I take the eyebrow pencil and pick up where the originals left off and fill in the blanks. It drives me crazy. No one ever prepared me for half-a-brow. But then I never knew I’d be one of those people who are overheated all the time. I’ve spent most of my life freezing to death. But now, I find my coat coming off before making it…

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Isolate

With autumn, comes the beginning of exercise classes and reconnecting with the ladies I left behind as summer blew in on an old sailboat. I’m not one to go to the gym or yoga studio when the sun is bright and warm and encouraging me to do my workout outside in the warm fresh air. But this time of year I can hardly get myself out the door under the blanket of gray skies, clouds, and wind, to so much as take the dogs for a walk. So, I’m loving my yoga class. This morning’s class got me thinkin. We were practicing the art of isolating our muscles by doing exercises such as clenching a fist without tightening the shoulder, bicep, or forearm. I found it nearly impossible, yet loved the whole idea. What concentration and self control it encouraged!  Have you ever tightened your right glut without having your thigh, knee or calf tighten also? It’s tough but it’s fun to do and it shows us how connected everything in our bodies is. It’s a challenge to isolate one muscle and flex it without several others joining in, yet a great practice. I had a tooth ache once, a…

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