Monthly Archives: September 2011

986 Days

My son, Jack Russo, died on January 15, 2009.  It is nearly impossible for me to write that without getting tearful.  I’ve celebrated 2 Christmas holidays, his birthday twice.  I’m designing this year’s Christmas card.  I started putting Jack in … Continue reading

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Silence kills

Spoiler alert:  Bleeding heart liberal thinking follows. Preach the truth as if you had a million voices.  It is silence that kills the world. – St. Catherine of Siena Catherine Benincasa (Catherine of Siena) was born in 1347, the twenty-fourth of … Continue reading

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Dove hunting

I am not a hunter.  I don’t handle guns or do archery.  I am oblivious to wild game that passes in my vicinity.  I’m seen more deer and exotic animals from the car travelling with Bob in the past year … Continue reading

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Foozling

Doesn’t that sound better than awkward, clumsy, maladroit, klutzy, hamhanded, butterfingered, or graceless?  It means the same thing.  “Foozling” comes from the verb foozle meaning to play or move clumsily.  It’s a real word.  It comes from a German word fuseln.  … Continue reading

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Things that go bump at 3 a.m.

Connie Watson, ghost researcher and spirit photographer (http://constancewatson-ivil.tripod.com/), states that 3 a.m. has several meanings.  “In paranormal work, a lot of psychic phenomena tends to peak at this hour.  Many of my medic friends report that at 3:00 a.m. the volume … Continue reading

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Robert’s Rolling Raccoon Rescue

A friend on mine had a raccoon for a pet when she was a kid.  The animal  had been abandoned in plowed field as a baby and my friend’s mom bottle fed it and box trained it like a cat.  It … Continue reading

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Words that I’ve lived by

When I was in 4th grade, we studied Ben Franklin and Poor Richard’s Almanack.  At the end of our studies, we were asked to compose sayings of our own that embodied our philosophies.  Mine was “A half-truth is better than … Continue reading

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