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    It's been about two weeks since the great 'wetsuit' audition of 2011. You see, I have a wetsuit that I love simply because it's mine... More

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    Orson Wells on Hobbies: I've tried to think of what my hobbies are and I can't name any. Not even one. Not even a half hobby... More

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    I usually spend a lot of time looking for quotes or song lyrics that fit something I’m about to write.... More

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    I used to write a lot about forgiveness. I think I wrote about it because I kept having arguments with friends about what it means to forgive... More

Laughter is the Language of the Soul...Pablo Neruda

Wetsuit and Other Essays: The Launch!

And now…for the cover:

I can not thank Pamela Sinclair of ItGirlDesigns enough for her amazing ability to take a few sentences and turn them into a work of art. She was so wonderful to work with that I have started to believe it was simply destiny stepping in to help me find her. I went through a tremendous amount of RFPs and on the very last day, when I had decided that there would be no book because I couldn’t find an artist who could understood what I was trying to accomplish, along came Pamela. Destiny. Whatever the reason, I love this woman’s work so please, go check her out!

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Christmas is not a time nor a season…

…but a state of mind.

Calvin Coolidge.

And with that, welcome Christmas Season 2014.

While sitting down to write this post I tried, and bartered with myself, to remember some of my earlier Christmas memories. By ‘tried’ I mean that I really did think back to all of the Christmases I could call up memories for over the past 40+ years and by ‘barter’ I mean that I offered to do dishes for myself tonight. That was the easier part since I’m home alone for a few hours and still haven’t taught the cat to use the dish detergent without making a mess.

There’s always next year.

A, the adult wonder-kid, and I still haven’t gone out to buy a tree. I came very close to getting one today. I drove past Stew Leonard’s, looked at all of the people buying trees, then decided that what I really needed was breakfast so I went to a local diner. Over the past few years, our Christmas tree tradition went from ‘WWtCD’ – What would the Clintons do? To giant trees that were too tall to fit in our apartment and smaller trees that still took up a lot of space.

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Being Thankful, While Missing the Ones You Love…

Ever have the same songs on repeat, only to realize, weeks later – that you have never really listened to the words?

I have to admit to both a serious case of not listening and an even more serious case of not being able to write – which comes, in part, from that serious case of not listening.

A few weeks ago I promised A, The Wonder-Kid, that she could decide what we did for Thanksgiving (and Christmas, and New Year’s and Arbor Day, but not Groundhog Day, no, never Groundhog Day). It wasn’t until this past Monday that she decided we’d stay home and cook a giant feast, fit for forty people (but there’s only two of us since the cat and bunny are both semi vegetarians). I kept thinking ‘what will I do with ten pounds of turkey?’ then realized it didn’t matter (there’s always stock and sandwiches and other random turkey things) because it was more about what A wanted and not about what to do with leftovers, which I hate more than most things, but not more than others.

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