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Thursday, July 28, 2016

  • Thursday, June 09, 2016 11:25 PM
    Waitress: “What kind of dressing do you want on your salad?”
    Nine-year-old Phoebe: “Just normal.”
    Waitress: “Do you mean ranch?”
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  • Tuesday, May 24, 2016 1:35 AM
    Exactly a year ago, I filed a petition to dissolve my twenty-four-year marriage.  That’s what the form read across the top, “Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.” The wording seemed kinder and gentler somehow than the word “divorce,” but it still hurt a great deal.
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  • Tuesday, May 17, 2016 1:00 AM

    While sorting through my childhood memorabilia, I came across a stack of Polaroid photos depicting a man I’ve never met.  My Great-Granny Whipple (no relation to Mr. Whipple of Charmin fame), wrote to me regularly from her apartment home in Delaware.  By the time I was in my mid-teens, she had set her sights on my wedding day.

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  • Wednesday, May 11, 2016 12:13 AM
    The year was 1987, and I was in the eleventh grade. I had recently transferred from a small Christian school, and was not yet accustomed to the ways of my public school peers.  But I was fairly certain none of them would be wearing a homemade, black wedding gown to the springtime formal event.
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  • Wednesday, May 04, 2016 2:10 AM

    Over the years, I have occasionally submitted articles written by my children.  I give them full credit for the writing, but take a little credit for their ability to do so. Credit for this awesome article goes to my nineteen-year-old daughter Abby Truitt. 

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  • Wednesday, April 20, 2016 12:24 AM

    Having my childhood and early adult life pretty evenly split between Indiana and Tennessee, I find that my allegiance is often torn.  There are so many things I love about the Hoosier State; the first signs of spring after a long, hard winter, pork tenderloin sandwiches bigger than the hog they came from, and some of the kindest, most friendly people you could ever hope to meet. 

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  • Tuesday, April 12, 2016 11:59 PM
    Sunday, April 10 marked the eighteenth year since my mother’s sudden death at the age of forty-seven. This means it is time for my annual public service announcement.  If your spleen has been removed, please, make sure you talk to your doctor about appropriate vaccines.  And then, maybe get a second opinion as to how often you should receive those vaccines. 
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  • Wednesday, April 06, 2016 12:55 AM

    I sped down the interstate as comfortably as I could in the raging thunderstorm.  Lightning cracked across the evening sky, but I couldn’t stop because I had a dinner date with my girlfriends in Dayton, Ohio.  

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  • Thursday, March 24, 2016 12:41 AM
    I can’t stop smiling. It started when I rode that camel on the beach in Morocco, and continued as I followed my intuition wherever it led. Trekking through the ruins of a kasbah where I discovered a new art form involving green tea and a propane tank. Hiking alone over a rugged mountain trail in Italy, and turning at the top to find a glorious view of the Mediterranean. Climbing onto a rooftop to view the vast array of stars splashed across the dark desert sky, and sharing a kiss with a handsome stranger.
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  • Thursday, March 17, 2016 12:47 AM
      I’m sitting here in a Holiday Inn, staring at a blank page, and feeling terribly distracted by the fact that London is right outside my window.  I have not explored the city yet because I arrived late last night, and immediately fell asleep. 
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  • Thursday, March 10, 2016 1:23 AM

      He spoke Arabic, but perfectly communicated to me the process for making a cup of tea. Following his example, I carefully crushed mint leaves into the small red pot of water, tossed in an extraordinarily large cube of sugar, and then three times poured the tea from the pot into the glass and then back into the pot again.

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  • Wednesday, March 02, 2016 11:47 PM

    My kids and I have a history of silly, cold-weather activities, ranging from making snow angels in our bathing suits to swimming in glacial Lake Superior. This Saturday, my middle daughter and I will be plunging into the icy cold waters of Eagle Creek. The purpose is threefold. Not only will I be able to mark “Polar Plunge” off my 50x50 list, but it also serves to raise funds for The Special Olympics, and gives us a memorable mother/daughter moment for the weekend of her nineteenth birthday.

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  • Thursday, February 25, 2016 4:24 AM
    If you’re not on Facebook, then you are missing a lot of fun.  You might also be missing drama, wasted time, and intimate knowledge that you’d rather not have of people’s day-to-day routines. But in spite of the potential downsides, I enjoy Facebook a great deal.
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  • Thursday, February 18, 2016 12:19 AM

    “What do you want for breakfast,” I asked eight-year-old son.

    “Salmon.”

    “We don’t have salmon.”

    “I mean spammon…errr…Spam. I always get Spam and salmon mixed up.”

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  • Thursday, February 11, 2016 12:21 AM

    This past year has been difficult, to say the least.  Becoming a single mom after twenty-four years of marriage, redesigning my life, creating an entirely new future than the one I had always envisioned…all of this has wrought a great deal of stress in my life.

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