Monthly Archives: August 2011

Past Lives

I have a friend who just loves past life regression.  He went to California last month and spent time being hypnotized to do more past life investigation.  I’m not scoffing at this.  He says that knowing where he came from … Continue reading

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Good Old Days

If I had been in a coma for 2 years and walked in to the grocery store-which would be a feat in itself-I would immediately know August was here along with the impending start of a new school year striking dread in the hearts … Continue reading

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PeaNUT…peanut butter

I love peanut butter.  I think a pantry with peanut butter and cheese is virtually complete.  That could mean my little sister who called me “Marg-RAT” when we were kids knew my alter ego.    I like it so much that my … Continue reading

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Is it use the right tool for the job…

…or do the best you can with what you have?  I think the right tool wisdom prevails, but that isn’t always possible for me.  As my daughter Georgie would have said in her Flock of Seagulls years, “WHATever.”  Which I … Continue reading

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Chicken Mescla Salad

I had lunch at the Acapulco Restaurant on Saratoga with Mary Helen and the girls to celebrate Nina’s birthday.  MH and Savanna always have cheese enchiladas with double beans and no rice; Nina always has beef enchiladas with double rice … Continue reading

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What we think, we become

I was driving to Sinton for a meeting last night, listening to Growing Bolder on KEDT-FM, and thinking about the day that was nearly past.  The radio interview was with Mark Farner of Grand Funk Railroad who was promoting a … Continue reading

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H.A.L.T.! Who goes there?

I learned about H.A.L.T. when I was trying to put my life in order in the 90’s.  I knew something wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  Could it be my husband?  My job?  The house … Continue reading

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