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Dog-mares
All dog owners have most likely seen their beloved pet’s little paws “running” while they snooze. Or maybe they’ve even heard a muted “woof” while Rover was deep in the clutches of REM sleep. It’s kind of cute. But the other night something scary happened. My dog, Devo, who had been napping contentedly at my…
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Living with Pain
At the moment I have a migraine and I’m at work, so I can’t do anything about it. To say I’m not functioning at my peak would be putting it mildly. I wish I could go home, take my meds, crawl into bed in a dark, quiet room and just wait for the pain to…
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Everything’s Going to be Okay
I just thought I should tell you that. Heaven knows I don’t hear it nearly as often as I need to. And as an adult, when life is increasingly complicated, you actually tend to hear it less than you did as a child. As if you outgrow the need for comforting. So this is me,…
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Make Yourself Comfort-Able
I will never wear high heels again. I just don’t see the point. I have absolutely nothing to gain from making myself more clumsy and uncomfortable. Life is just too short. Or maybe it’s too long. Either way. Once upon a time appearance meant more to me than comfort. I was all about the skin…
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Bring It On
Without going into the gory details, let’s establish that I no longer have heat or defrost in my car, and after several reputable quotes, it would cost about 900 dollars to fix. Well, the vehicle isn’t worth 500 dollars, so that seems like a rather silly investment. Dandy. So I’m buying a portable defroster and…
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Crystalized Love
My late boyfriend believed pretty strongly in the healing power of crystals. He always had crystals around him and he gave them as gifts to the people that he loved. I have several on my windowsill and gaze at them every day. I’ve always admired their beauty, and am fascinated by what the planet can…
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Security Blankets
When I was little I had a security blanket. No, I wasn’t as bad as Linus. I didn’t take it everywhere I went. But I did sleep with it and it gave me a great deal of comfort during some really trying times. It was made of flannel, so it deteriorated as the years went…
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Fred Rogers Was My Father
On the last day of 2012, I have a confession to make. I watched Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood to an embarrassingly old age. It was my dirty little secret. I told no one. It was something for just the two of us. Every day I’d tune in to the only father figure I had. He would…