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Remnants of an ongoing battle with the past – Dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

                      Flashbacks. Last weekend David and I were sitting on the couch watching the 49‘s game. One minute our team is winning, the next minute an innocent commercial rips through the comfort of our home. The commercial depicts a boy with tire tread running the […]

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The here and why

*** It’s here!!! ***                           A month ago, I wrote a blog post that detailed my reason for writing. Why do I write? But why did I write this story? First, I have to say, it is a novel. It is a work […]

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Why do I write?

                    To paint a picture. A picture that gives real perspective. A perspective that goes beyond our Sunday best and drives us into the heart of others. For the last several years, since I started taking this writing journey seriously, I’ve asked myself this question often.Whatever […]

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Things Change…

Hey! Remember me? I know it’s been awhile. Believe it or not, I ran out of things to say. At least things I thought would actually be coherent. So, I dropped off the blogging grid. Took a hiatus. But I’m back. And before I go any further, it needs saying that I’m not guaranteeing coherent […]

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Life is Full of Misconceptions

Misconception #1: My parents are perfect and life is fair. Misconception #2: My parents don’t know anything and life is way unfair. Misconception #3: I will be a perfect parent. Misconception #4: (After having a child) Misconception #2 was way off. Life is indeed unfair but perhaps my parents knew a great deal more than […]

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Today’s news in Connecticut

Yesterday, I started to write this blog. It was totally different. I was going to take a break. Let you know that I would be back after the holidays. And then I saw the news today. That in itself is a miracle. Since I live in the middle of nowhere we have no television. But […]

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Platform 9 and 3/4

Oscar Wilde once said, “Life imitates art far more than art imitates life.” I think that might be one of those chicken versus egg kind of questions. You know, which came first? But in this instance, I believe Oscar is right. The other night we were watching the first Harry Potter movie (The Sorcerer’s Stone.) […]

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The Weight of the World

The annual Halloween party has come and gone. This year, it was held the night of our epic moving sale. Epic in the sense that all living room furniture is gone and all bedroom furniture from our bedroom is gone save our bed. I watched it all drive off to new homes. Saying good-bye to […]

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Collateral Damage

Death danced outside our door again. His fingers long and reach beyond the body that they claim.  When my husband got home last night, he shared about his day. It began with a roll-over of a van full of kids and ended with a ninety-year old man being struck and killed by a motorist. He […]

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The Thin Blue Line — Frayed

  The thin blue line is a symbol of solidarity with law enforcement. But sometimes, the thin blue line gets frayed. My husband came home the other day with an interesting story. He was in a meeting with some of the management of his agency and the topic of PTSD came up. Sniggers and huffs […]

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