One Day At A Time

  • From Aunt Erma’s Cope Book My mom, Mary, loved Erma Bombeck. She bought her paperbacks and read her newspaper articles, often clipping them out and sending them to me…a young wife and mother. Bombeck’s timeless humor was an encouragement in those days of stress and struggle. I saw myself in some of her predicaments like…

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  • Crystal Clear Moments

    Crystal Clear Moments

    Someday when I see perfectly clearly a feeling preserved forever in some connection within my flesh and blood, it’s a “crystal clear moment.” Oh, bring these moments in a parade to me when I am old and my newnesses slow to nothing. Give me these happinesses to grin absently at and speak to again across time.…

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  • There’s No Honest Retail

    There’s No Honest Retail

    Are you a canny glove salesman?

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  • What, Me Worry?

    Do you worry excessively? That’s not healthy.

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  • SUNDAY MORNINGS, Picture by Theresa Kocha

    What do you do on Sunday morning?

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  • Am I White?

    Am I White?

    I sent my DNA spit-sample to Ancestry.com and discovered I am: I’m mostly white. That is, if the Western European percentage is still considered mostly white. I imagine they were swarthy. Some of my ancestors came from the Middle East…is that white or not? If not; then I am about two-thirds white. That is, my…

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  • History’s Little Mysteries

    History’s Little Mysteries

    One of the things I love about studying history is the sense of how interpretations are overlapped by time. So often what we think is “truth” is opinion, even when we are looking at “facts”. In my Jewell Johnson Mysteries I hope to recreate the past and then several possible interpretations. In book one, “Let…

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  • My Mother’s Knobby Knuckles

    This is my thought for today. Of course if you don’t agree, that’s fine. Don’t get bent out of shape. Just reply or message me. It is kinda long because I am feeling sad for my jail students who nearly always recall some physical abuse in their childhood.. Real adults don’t hit, punch or pummel…

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  • Did you ever sit down and just write down the names of your friends and acquaintances? Do that, and then think of something good about them: maybe they are a good cook, a ‘fun’ partner, a confidant, have nice hair, pretty eyes, cute ears, an interesting or humorous attitude- just anything that is nice. It…

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  • A New Job!

    So I wonder, is working a few hours a week on top of my already busy days foolish? Still it looks so fun; well I don’t know, fun?

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