Monthly Archives: April 2015

“You’re not a collector, you wouldn’t understand.”

Collection of Hearts

Remember the children’s nursery rhyme about the old woman who lived in the shoe, the one who had so many children she didn’t know what to do? What does one do if that woman instead has rooms filled with boxes and bags filled items she doesn’t use, likely doesn’t love and no longer really even recalls? At what point does one intervene? If they were indeed rooms filled with children, social services would, in short order, be on the doorstep […]

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Every neuroses has its thorns.

Every neuroses has its thorns.

There is a woman in my world who loved to use the word “neurotic” when I was a kid.  It was a label she tossed around like a conversational Post-it Note and stuck often — wherever and whenever she deemed it necessary.  If she saw a woman who dyed her hair multiple colors throughout the seasons she must have been neurotic.  Any woman who grew her hair longer than shoulder length after the age of 40? Neurotic.  Her list was […]

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Did RESPECT die… and I missed the obituary?

Headstone

There aren’t a lot of things I absolutely demand in life, because a lot of things aren’t really worth fighting for, when it comes down to brass tacks.  For example, if my dinner comes to the table cold, that’s okay. I won’t send it back to the kitchen.  Because it is not that big of a deal to me.  Besides, I think I once read an article that said it’s better for your digestive system to not eat food that […]

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