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Perfect Schmerfect
“But, I had a perfect childhood,” I hear for the thousandth time. Yet, right before me - in full-blown technicolor - are the obvious behavioral and emotional signs that something went awry. Show me the thumbprint. I guarantee you there was a thumb. “That’s...
Red, White and Blues
I wish I could tell you I was standing in a crowded parade line. Waving my red, white and blues. Enjoying every bite of a bad hot dog while singing patriotic songs off-key, of course. But, alas, I am not. Rather, than shouting prideful hip-hip-hoorays at being a lucky...
Winning the Lottery
“You can’t win if you don’t play!” So goes the well-known commercial jingle for the lottery system. Now, I’m not suggesting that you go buy a lottery ticket. The odds of winning are stacked against you. But, they are right. You can’t win if you don’t enter. I think...
Finding Mother
The little bird was so desperate. “Are you my mother?” it asked the cow and the steam shovel. It would have probably asked anyone or anything that crossed its path. It needed to find a home. Let’s face it … we all want to be mothered, regardless of our age. Our heart...
Swimming in Deep Waters
“Come on in! The water is grand!” says our friend, swimming amongst the brilliantly colored coral and playful dolphins. She would sure love some company as to not be swimming alone out there. The rest of us just wave from the ship’s deck. Margaritas – with salt, of...
SPEAK
It’s a cardinal rule in coupledom: SPEAK. If you choose to remain voiceless out of either avoidance, fear of conflict, unworthiness, laziness, ease or whatever other foolish excuse you can come up with, then you are not in relationship. You are only enabling your...
Finding Becky
No. This is not a picture of a prop from the latest filming of a horror movie. But, not a bad idea. Maybe I can find her an agent. She’d be perfect for the part. Rather, this is Becky, the baby doll from my childhood. She found her way out of a box as I was unpacking...
Scheduling Sunday
It’s Sunday. As a kid, that meant church and Sunday dinner with all the imagined Southern staples. No sleeping in or playing golf in our household. Rather, we were up, finely dressed and yelling at each other to hurry up as to not miss the opening hymn. Right side,...
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