Category: Peachy

Living Life as a Miracle: Furniture Shopping

If you’ve followed this blog – or if you know him – my husband is a mighty contemplative man. He thrives on research and comparison shopping. He seldom does anything fast.

Except fall in love with me, he says with an ear-to-ear grin.… ...

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Want and Need

Yesterday was a hallmark day, as important as our wedding anniversary.

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It is the date that I met Larry Colando, at a Grad House Party in 1974.

I learned later that he’d taken out a life insurance policy the day before.… ...

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The Power of Acceptance

My husband buttered my whole grain toast.

Again. Despite my repeated requests to not butter my toast.223639-whole-wheat-bread-toasted-no-butter-path-included

What to do? Say, “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit?”

Probably not the time to be a smart mouth… a girl’s gotta eat, right?… ...

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Living Life as a Miracle at a Quarter to Three

My homework done, I was listening to WLS, as legendary a radio station in Chicago and its surrounds as KMET was in LA. Dick Biondi was the dee jay, the musical tour guide.

There was only one radio in our country house, so I couldn’t sequester in my room to listen and learn dance steps – nor could my family escape the volume.… ...

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The Final Forgiveness: Self

A year ago, I joined Pinterest, as every aspiring-to-be-published writer was advised, as a component of ‘Platform’ on social media that will advertise.

It’s a visual billboard of interests and inclinations, as you proclaim yourself to be. It’s good for a writing break, writer’s block, and/or as a writing prompt.… ...

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It’s the line from a classic movie which, because Larry and I were dating, I went to see, despite the fact that I hate violence – verbal or physical – and that movie had plenty of both.… ...

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Country Manor

Country Manor: it’s where I aspired to live. I clung to a dream with a dead wrong boyfriend during the early ’70s. It was the name of a store where my Hadleyware collection began, gifts from his mother who craved my entrance to the family.… ...

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Living Life as a Miracle at an Airport

Oh-kay. Recently there were miracle posts and airplane posts and the two themes combined in a flash – done!

Wait, there’s more…this time we take you inside the airport terminal…

We were returning from a trip to visit our families in the Midwest, arriving via plane at the John Wayne Airport, eager to be Home Sweet Home.… ...

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Airline Conversation #3: “Let it snow!”

My husband used to travel extensively, flying about the country to market shrink wrap packaging, a product that changed the way the world shopped. Store lighting bounced off the clear plastic film fit closely around products, so that each seemed to have its own personal spotlight.… ...

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What is your time worth? What can a buck buy these days? Certainly not a pack of gum at the convenience store/gas station where I paid $50.00 to fill up my Mini tank today.

But before we grumble too much, as so many angry Americans do, let’s keep in mind that 50 years ago, a minimum wage worker made $50.00/week.… ...

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