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  • If The Shoe Fits

    I’m curious about the old woman who lived in the shoe. What kind of shoe was it? In storybooks it’s always an old boot but it could have been a pump or Ferragamo two-toned flat. A stiletto wouldn’t have a firm enough foundation to handle all those hungry children running around. Hmmm an athletic shoe…

  • Like Pagliacci

    By my rough calculations, I’m about 2 months behind my normal pace of life. Surgery, recovery, new job, nausea, fatigue, multiple doctors, chemo aside, I guess that’s pretty good. Yesterday, I went shopping in San Marcos with friends. After about three hours, I was exhausted. It was very hot and my stamina is low. I…

  • One Thing

    People have marveled at my resume for years. I don’t think they are as impressed by what I’ve done as they are by the number of career paths I’ve pursued at the same time. Juggling, multitasking, time tasking, burning both ends, and exhaustion are all areas of expertise for me. I got it from my…

  • At Last

    My mother taught me to except compliments–“The lady said your dress is pretty, say thank you, Honey.” College taught me to except constructive criticism–“This paper is good but it needs a lot of work. Your transitions are too abrupt. B+” Having children taught me to be selfless–“Mom, I’m still hungry. Are you gonna eat that…

  • Addictions

    There’s this really odd thing that guys do to avoid connecting with women emotionally. They avert their eyes so that they are talking near you but not “to” you. It’s much more disconcerting than the one-armed side hug. I saw it happening with a couple tonight and it made me curious. There are only two…

  • Good Will

    The nice part of my quest to blog every day this month is that it’s like a really cool fast. There are no limits to what I can write as long as I do write. It’s a strange freedom I can’t describe. When I wrote for the Star-Telegram, I was confined to 600 words and…

  • Trespasses

    I was taught to pray “forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.” It took me years to realize that sometimes I trespass against myself. To forgive others frees me from bitterness. To forgive myself, frees me from everything.