Tag: social connections

Create your own recipes

The house reeked of garlic because I didn’t know the difference between a clove and a bulb. The mashed potatoes were a gluey mass. The chocolate cake looked like an exploded volcano, but at least it had plenty of cracks…

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Small miracles

Wahoo! I’m exhausted but flying high tonight. Why? Because I sold a lot of books today. My partner, Robin, spent the whole time with me, from 10:15, when we left home, to 3:15, when we arrived back here again. He…

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Saying goodbye to Al

We all say goodbye in our own way. Al died too soon. He was born in 1942. If cancer had not quietly eaten away at him, then burst into full and frightening control, he would have been checking his calendar…

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The Information Highway

Overwhelm is spreading like a contagious disease among the bits and bytes of social networks. So when my friend and fellow writer, Sterling Haynes, sent me this poem, I laughed out loud and asked his permission to share it. The…

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Vibrant at any age

Recently I had a bout of itchiness. It’s not something I’m accustomed to, particularly waking in the middle of the night wanting to scratch my skin off. I’m sure that’s what caused a weird dream about worms. They were attaching…

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A woman, not a label

Growing up in Twin Falls, Idaho, I had no words for people who loved differently from the model we considered “normal”. Not that all the families around us led Leave-It-to-Beaver lives. My own nuclear family consisted of a single mother,…

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Remembering hope

John Robbins walked away from the Baskin-Robbins fortune ["Fresh strawberry ice cream", photo by joyosity

Relaxing my skepticism John Robbins came to Kelowna last Thursday. He filled the Kelowna Community Theatre with his message of hope. A lot of us went home feeling a little taller, a little more peaceful. In spite of his being…

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Thanks to a Yanke truck driver

Shetland ram

It was deep winter 1995 the night the truck broke down on a dark and lonely mountain pass. The temperature was low enough to freeze uncovered skin. In the back of our 1967 Ford one-ton were two Belted Galloway cows…

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