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The Lost Art of Communication
I got three Christmas cards this year. I miss them. We used to get so many that we’d string them up and hang them on our bannister. They became part of the holiday decorations. It was a great way to catch up with friends and relatives far removed. Granted, in this digital age it’s much…
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Owls and Letters
The owls are going absolutely nuts tonight. There must be ten of them out there, hooting their feathery butts off, and it’s been going on for hours. I felt the need to escort my little dogs on their evening backyard bathroom foray for fear they’d be spirited away. I mentioned this to a friend, who…
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For the Love of Puberty
When I was 13, I fell madly in love with Shaun Cassidy. And what’s not to love? I mean look at him. He was so young and fresh and romantic, in a totally non-sexually threatening kind of way. Every girl’s dream. I would haunt the magazine stands and make sure I got every issue of…