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Nesting, Nesting … 1, 2, 3. A Grandmother, I, Soon Enough, Shall Be …

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It was that purple potato that got me going. Before I knew it, I grabbed a knife and tomato and was chopping for red. Cheddar brought orange to the party. Yellow are my yolks. Easy does the green when you're an avocado. Blueberries? Oh, stories of black bears I can tell you, Little Grand One. Let's just sprinkle them here, for now, seeing how nice Indigo and Violet play and share the plate together. Breakfast with ROY. G. BIV. Delicious and nutritious! Smells good in here! Appetizing, this Roy fella is. Had I known, I would have worn lipstick.

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Oh, What People Shovel

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Quietly. Prophylactically. They stayed late ahead of the storm to prepare us - their residents, clients, customers. One of my property managers made sure my central lighting fixture was replaced ahead of the wall of steely-grey days on the way. No complaints. Then they dug out of their doorways and deiced their igloo-like cars to get to work, back to us. No procrastination. People who care about people, so they shovel horse poop and snow, not bull crap and excuses. Winter Storm Fern was not without pockets of warmth. Nor is it really over. May you weather its side effects with people who get their shoveling done.

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Deep Pockets Don’t Solve Every Problem After Age 65

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Staying active while aging requires specific gear, specs first among the items I tote around wherever I go. Sunglasses. Readers. Computer glasses. Specs for driving. Backup pairs for all four types. Still, I was misplacing them from time to time. And so came the plan, a reluctant reach into my deep pockets: Ready-to-wear for my eyewear everywhere. Keeping my eyeglasses on my person, at my fingertips, at all times. Can you relate? I'm happy to share my notes - and discoveries richer than any deep pockets can provide.

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Spirits in the Stacks – A Nonfiction Tale of Two Adored Apparitions at Home at Torrington Library

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I'm not one to blog outside my lane, but this untold story was irresistible for its library lore, nonfiction version of Gabi Coatsworth's conjured characters and its proximity to my writing on loss and grief. Pardon the pun, but I also felt my late grandmother's presence. She's the one who taught me, "Never fear the dead; it's the living who get you every time." I winked at my grandmother's portrait and emailed Elaine requesting an interview, a visit to the floor in question and any media that evidenced the pair of ghosts in residence. She sent more than photos.

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Positive Travels in Negative Time

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Contemporary society insists we time travel to consider its questions. When will the book be published? Is this your forever home? Will the baby attend full or half-day kindergarten? I kid you not. Sometimes, I feel my life is being binged like a Netflix series. But real life doesn't move at warp speed. Such queries are quantum leap experiments, facilitated by our devices -- the opportunity cost of which is in-the-moment delight, gratitude and the chance to do the work that provides real answers and genuine progress. That is, unless we dive into negative time, as I did. Twice, to positive results.

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With an Abundance of Appreciation for My Readers, Fellow Scribes, Editors & Publishers, it’s Already Thanksgiving in My Writing Life

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That subscribers to my blog read, shared and commented on my essays across numerous iterations and years in this space ... That leaders and participants in my writing groups shared submission calls and suggestions for my evolving material ... That editors made the time to review my submissions and teach and work with me to polish them for publication .... That publishers put my name to their fine reputations ... I am thankful. Let me pay it forward ... Read on.

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Soloists: It’s Autumn and I Spy Our Inner Spiders

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My husband died mid-summer. By autumn, my immediate support systems were waning and the predators waxing, most concealed in costumes like Halloween trick or treaters. It was not obvious, in the social dislocation of my widowhood, who in the parade of callers were ghouls, gremlins or candy corn. Yet somehow, I "knew" spiders could be poisonous and had to be eliminated immediately. Like the merry murderesses in the musical Chicago singing the Cell Block Tango, I heard "Pop! Six! Squish!" in my head all fall. These spiders, they had it comin'. I was mistaken.

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Nature Is My Muse & Inspired My Novel’s Protagonist

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Foxes, bears and porcupines. These creatures enchant me. I had no negative experiences with them as neighbors once I delved into their behaviors and boundaries. I was and felt safe, because I learned how they see me, a human in their habitat. I learned to respect their athletic abilities and survival mechanisms - their homecourt advantages. I gave this sensibility to my protagonist, a psychotherapist, who treats patients struggling with unhealthy behaviors harmful to others. She draws from nature. Her maxim: Know the nature of the self-serving beast - human or feral - and be prepared, not scared, to move forward, protected.

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Past Was Prologue and Backstories Became Forewords for an Especially Sweet Book Launch

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Leemore of Baked by Angels always says, "There is a story behind every cake." My friend is right. Her delicious depiction of the covers of Grief Like Yours has a backstory of bereavement and a foreword all its own. The synopsis: Two riding buddies are braving their next chapters. I'm writing. Leemore’s baking. And through our shared faith and individual artistry, my late horse, Dolce, is forever sweet and memorialized in Grief Like Yours. Both versions – the edible and the readable - crafted with all our art and soul.

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How Do You Manage the Maze of Social Media Sans a Modern Map?

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Once upon a time, in a society up close and personal, it was easy to post on a platform and peruse one with purpose and results. Each had its raison d'etre. Facebook was for family and friends, LinkedIn for our industry colleagues. Twitter became the megaphone of memos and Pinterest was the shortest distance between our needs and recommendations for products. Each of the aforementioned taught us to curate and heed posts with confidence while Instagram launched careers of our artistic Gen Ys who made friends into followers and forever fans. I'm nostalgic. Managing social media sometimes leaves me Threads-bare.