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  • My ‘Broken’ Heart – Pre-Surgery

    The dream I had: I had a medium size box I was carrying that contained things that mattered to me: phone, money, and a bunch of other things, I cannot remember what those items are. I had about fifteen grand in various envelopes and I was taking this box along for my journey. Well, the… Read more

  • The Journey – To Be or Not To Be(come)

    Someone once told me that it’s all about the journey – one can not just ‘be’ something, that it takes effort to get to the ‘becoming’ of any endeavor.  Isn’t that just grand that it takes effort and diligence to becoming or changing something about oneself? *insert sarcasm here* I have a lot of “Wanna-Be’s”.… Read more

  • Miss Bubble and the Red Day (Another Short Story)

    When I started second grade at my new school, my favorite teacher was Miss Bubble, and I quickly discovered that she was every other second grade student’s favorite as well. Her last name was not actually ‘Bubble’; her full name was so long and hard to pronounce that we all called her that. The name… Read more

  • Dating Nightmares, One of Many

    Before I met Hubbin, I was part of the online dating world. This post, though lengthy, is about a particular guy I ‘met’ who might have been on his way to getting me locked up, simply because I wanted to believe the lies. I shouldn’t have clicked on his profile. I had subscribed to multiple… Read more

  • Adding A Dental Appointment to the Mix…

    I’ve seen a lot of docs lately. Some were routine, some were annual sorts of appointments, some were for specialists, but today’s was to a dentist for a six-month cleaning. The problem is, my dizziness keeps me from driving, so my daughter took me to my appointment and escorted me into the room. She sat… Read more

  • The Ever-Present Stack of Monthly Bills

    Ever just want to hold on to your money even a little bit before others have a chance to grab it? I’m that way today. Bill paying all monthlies and quarterlies are at the top of today’s agenda and I’m being a child about it. “It’s all mine!” I want to say, knowing full well… Read more

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