Growing up, I always enjoyed watching my dad make egg noodles. Everything was done by hand. My dad was never one to break a sweat, so to speak. He was never in a rush, and had the patience of a saint. His noodle making was no different. He’d carefully mix the dough to just the right feel, and slowly roll…
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Beautiful Raised Baby Shell Afghan
I was a Girl Scout ….for several years…and I’m proud to say that. “In my day,” you started at Brownie level, and I loved it! My uniform and brown beanie were fabulous! I progressed to Junior, Cadette, then Senior Scout before I left to become a Candystriper at a local hospital (we’ll save that story, and it’s a doozy!). My…
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Make a Move from Survive to THRIVE!
I ran across a quote by Maya Angelou recently. As one of my favorite people, I immediately stopped what I was doing to really absorb what I was reading. I thought about all the times when someone has asked how I’m doing, and my response has been, “I’ll survive.” I think we’ve all made that flippant comment without a thought…
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Getting Older is Weird!
No one ever tells you weird things happen to your body as you get older. Sure, we all make jokes about everything “heading south,” but no one ever tells you about all the other stuff that happens! Let’s do a quick rundown of my Top 10 Weird Things that Happen as You Age 10) You forget what it’s like to…
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What the Hair…??
I grew up with thick, lush hair – and a lot of it, the kind that could barely be contained in an elastic. I was the only child in my family who was born with any hair at all, and it was a huge dark swatch on top….a newborn with bangs! My mom was sure I was not her baby….
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Breakfast for Roses
I inherited my love of gardening from my dad. When my parents built our family home in 1954, there was nothing but farmland behind us. Dad was excited to have a yard of some size so he could finally have a garden. As he was “turning dirt” (by hand, of course), the farmer behind asked if he would like some…
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I Was Sketched by an FBI Sketch Artist
One of the cool things about the roles I’ve held is the amazing experiences and people who crossed my path. At one time, I had the opportunity to meet an FBI sketch artist. Terrific gal who was, effectively, self-taught. She’d always loved art, but who would have thought a love of art would turn into sketching criminals? She was in…
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