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November 2017
The Raven Lunatic

Nana and Her Smart Phone Are Digging the Scene

I rarely, rarely comment on our son’s posts. Okay, I break that rule all the time. Last night our son went to see Apocalyptica in Washington, D.C., so I commented on the picture he posted. Do I know Apocalyptica from a hole in the ground? No, but the venue was beautiful.

Phase Three

Your Seasonal Senses Will Tell You the Most

Halloween is somewhat quickly followed by Election Day, Veterans Day and Thanksgiving – a series of holidays that as you get older usually trigger what I call the three R's: Remembrances, Regrets and Reflection.

Just Sayin’

Thanksgiving in the Garden

The following day was Thanksgiving. Our family that had gathered to say goodbye to my father would, once again, scatter to other parts of the country. However, it was Thanksgiving. Why not, before we say our own goodbyes, gather for a meal?

Leslie Goes Boom

Create Your Happiness Today

They say that if you throw all the baggage you have on a table with all your friends, and put it all up for grabs, that you would end up taking your own crap right back again. I guess we’re just used to it. We know how to cope with what we know.


Saratoga WarHorse: Taking Action. Making Connections. Changing Lives.

Based on the silent, natural language and psychology of the horse, the power of healing is enabled with tremendous impact between veterans who are suffering from the unseen wounds of military service and veteran thoroughbred racehorses who are suffering from the same type of damage to their souls and hearts and minds.

The Expiration Date

Pixy Stix and Nickels

Instead of finding our bliss and inspiration, we find a job that pays us money that pays our bills that we incur from buying the “right” groceries and things that we are told will make us prettier, more desirable, happy and blissful...Becoming adulterated is overrated.

Musings of an Undefeated Matriarch

The Dichotomy of Thanksgiving

Diverse political opinions turn into screaming matches. Football fanatics fight over which game to watch. Yokel kin repulse city relatives. When the day finally ends and the front door slams behind the last guest, the hostess collapses on the couch and says “never again.”

Tunnel Visions

Who Should Take a Seat at the Kids’ Table This Holiday Season?

Fast forward to the third generation. My sister tried to have a kids’ table several times at Thanksgiving. This has fallen by the wayside, perhaps because we both have opinionated, stubborn children who refuse to take orders, such as “Sit at the kids’ table.

Puttin' on the Gritz

A Quarter's Worth

My earliest years were spent listening for air raid sirens, watching Mama count out food rations, and wondering why some man named Gabriel Heatter was so angry at the world. My brother and I ate silently (because in those days children were seen and not heard), while Mama and Daddy spoke quietly of a distant relative who had lost a leg in the war or a neighbor's son who had lost his life.

One More Story...

A Bridge Too Far Gone

The peak was forgotten when a slab of black clouds blotted out the sun. As though driven by the sizzling zigzags of white-hot lightning, a phalanx of wind laden with a slanting sheet of cold rain struck us, followed instantly by terrifying cannonades of thunder.

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