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Go Where the Love Is
A few years ago, when I was plagued with unkind women at work, I told myself that I only wanted to go where the love was. I no longer wanted to share my…
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Staged Lives
Do you ever feel you know too much about strangers? Maybe you feel you know too much about me. Instagram can be a nice way to learn how other people live. I especially…
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Kitchen Confidential
In the weeks after 9/11, I cooked a lot. My daughter had just started high school and was teary and fragile. I rushed home from work each night to check the crockpot, add…
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Just Before Bed
Long ago, I tripped upon a book while browsing in a bookshop on a dark wet December night. I was lucky my best babysitter was available to give me two blissful hours alone…
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Beauty Parlor Night
In my twenties, when I was young and carefree, I rented a house with four other women. We all worked, dated, and fret about the number of pizza slices we ate in front…
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Spring Charms
I used to think my modest house took on its beauty only by candlelight. But that was before I had a new front door installed with a half-moon transom built into the top.…
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The Three Graces
Recently, I received a text from my first childhood friend which accompanied the picture above. “I saw this at the Smithsonian today and thought of us”, was all she wrote. The mystical soft…
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The Fourth of July …. and Carol
Summer brings many joys like ice cream and the Fourth of July. This year more than ever, it seems that American women dressed very patriotically. The political and social reasons can be explored…
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Lost Islands
Some weeks have personalities of their own. And so do some weekends. Last Friday night while driving home from dinner with my daughter, I received a call on my bluetooth. When I said…
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Two Mothers
I’m always a little sad when Mother’s Day ends. I have enough self-knowledge to know it’s the passage of time that gently tugs at my heart. Quickly go the years… These two ladies…
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Seventeen Summer
No matter what age I was, all my summers were Seventeen Summers. They were filled with the glories depicted in what I consider Seventeen Magazine’s golden years (1960’s – 1970’s). Neither cell phones…
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Better Days Ahead
Many years ago, a friend whose life I thought perfect, let me read a card her husband had given her. Inside was a simple handwritten line: “Better days ahead”. As I was to…
