Musings of a Shore Life
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The Bleak Winter of 2026
It is winter and, in my part of the world, aside from a fleeting landscape of white following a snowfall, browns and grays dominate day after day, with long hours of darkness and only occasional sunny days. A pink rose dangles on a bush behind my family room, refusing to succumb to earth’s demand to…
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Bridging the Times from Generation to Generation
I was ten years old when Uncle Ed died. His wife, my Aunt Jean, was Grandma Rose’s sister. My grandfather helped Aunt Jean sort out her life and move on after Uncle Ed passed. Grandpa sat at his dining room table, papers strewn everywhere, working on Aunt Jean’s stuff. Aunt Jean had never written a…
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A Baby Boomer’s Musings on Her Life
Many baby boomers who grew up during the 1960s have exciting stories to tell about their sex life, their drug escapades, their Woodstock experience, their protest days. Not me. I can tell you what I did not do: I did not experiment with drugs. Drugs do not like my body. In my early 20s I…
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Hanging Out With Old Friends
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. – Ralph Waldo Emerson One evening four couples reunited at a restaurant to revel in friendships, relish a temporary respite from grandkids, and celebrate birthdays. Because of busy calendars and homes geographically dispersed, time between get-togethers sometimes…
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Plane Travel and What Not to Wear
Nowadays a plane traveler never knows when hours might be spent hunched over an uncomfortable metal airline terminal seat waiting for a plane to load and take off. Or they might nestle comfortably in a tight plane seat, only to stare out the window at the runway for what seems an interminable amount of time…
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I am a high-rise newbie
I drive up to the building’s entrance, grab my pocketbook and purchases from the back seat, and enter the apartment house I now call home. A parking attendant takes my place in the driver’s seat and steers my car into the garage. If there are too many bags to carry the doorman piles my things…
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Good Intentions Trigger Turmoil
Life is supposed to get simpler as one ages. In that spirit my husband and I decided to simplify our lives. We would sell our house and move into an apartment. We have bought and sold properties in the past, first as newlyweds, then sharing the experience with toddlers, then school-age kids, as a couple…
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DJT’s Infamous Administration Still Here, Still Causing Chaos
The United States of America is shattering before our eyes. Under the leadership of one individual, with the support, encouragement, and instigation of a group of anti-democratic-Americans, the rules, regulations, laws, traditions, even the physical embodiments of American life are being destroyed as they reject, distort, and dissolve our constitutional, communal, and cultural heritage. The…
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Up Close and Personal With My Nose
“You have hair in your nose, Grandma.” Thank you now-disinherited seven-year-old granddaughter. There are parts of the body that, although always with us, we pay little attention. For instance my ears, imbedded on either side of my head, are forever with me. Sometimes I stick a pair of earrings in them. Most of the time…
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Memories in Boxes and Shopping Bags
Photo albums and high school yearbook My sister walked in my house this week laden with boxes and shopping bags full of stuff. Classify the stuff collectables, mementos, souvenirs, or what the items actually are – a life’s legacy. Pictures, most of them photos in frames, costume jewelry, photo albums, plaques, and miscellaneous, uncategorized items.…
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