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FB Me Please

Quantum Entanglement “Two particles can become entangled so that they retain a connection even when separated over long distances. The properties between the two are correlated so that an action performed in one affect the other” [from LifeScience.com] So this whole entanglement thing is really nothing new. Facebook merely puts the players on a different […]

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the silence of ONE

Sometimes I find myself slipping away. Inside myself, like a turtle. With all this activity here at my sisters, the times that I actually have to myself are fricken precious. It can be so difficult sometimes to constantly have to be … I don’t know…I’m not even sure what the word is … quiet? Patient? […]

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Broken Lamps and Other Mishaps

Yesterday was just one of those days were you’re like “what the heck did I do to deserve today”!!? Right from the moment I awoke, it started. In a half-sleepy daze my sister informs me that Irish pee’d on the shower mat downstairs. Lovely. Not sure what happened there, since I let her out before […]

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The Last Of The Honey Pot

I’m almost through my second container of Rae’s Honey I bought just before I moved down here in March. I guess I can order some more to be delivered via the Facebook page, but it won’t be the same. I bought these containers from the local grocery store, but Tim and I used to stop […]

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Visualizations Of An Unemployed Widow

Looking for a job within a region with the highest unemployment rate in the country is challenging. I’ve been on the hunt now for almost 5 months or more. I mean, I gave myself some grace in the first few months after Tim died, but was still looking, still planning and re-writing the live script, […]

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Advice From A Drunk Pedestrian

Leave the party while you can still walk. I can’t stress that enough. AND, while you can walk at a sustained pace for approximately 30 minutes (or whatever the length of your journey). Add another, oh, 10, maybe 15 minutes to that timeframe since how long it took you to get there will not be […]

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How To Make Your Mom Cry

The first time I heard Pachelbel’s Canon I was in some store. I know, really, isn’t that where everyone first heard it? I walked in the back door here at The Homestead, and I couldn’t hold it inside any longer. I had to play it for her. I had to. It was like finding a […]

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