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GOD’S FAVORITE SEASON

Another new season has begun. Time to put away that which is light and airy, to be replaced with the somewhat deeper hues of beiges, browns and orange. Bright yellow makes way for softer mustard, voluminous red parts for calmer tawny greens and navy blues. The colors of Autumn. God's favorite season, it is a… Continue reading GOD’S FAVORITE SEASON

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UPON FURTHER REVIEW

I had an English professor who began every one of his creative writing classes with the phrase “Upon Further Review.” It was an exercise to encourage us to take a second look at the assignment we had presented the previous day. We were to read over what we had written and see how it could… Continue reading UPON FURTHER REVIEW

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FLYING HIGH

I have always wanted to fly. No, not in an airplane. I mean fly. Literally. Spread your arms out wide and feel your feet leave the ground. Terra firma beneath you no longer, the feeling of weightlessness and and the rush of cool air through your lungs. Looking at the tops of houses and trees,… Continue reading FLYING HIGH

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THE THIRD WEEK OF AUGUST

I wanted to establish a new tradition with my children, as their father and I are no longer husband and wife. I wanted them to know that although we were no longer together, we were still a family, still connected forever. I wanted to teach them about forgiveness and acceptance, redemption and love. Little did… Continue reading THE THIRD WEEK OF AUGUST

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STEP ON UP

I love shoes. Of all the things that I could buy in this world, it always comes back to shoes. I don’t think it’s an obsession really; but, somehow, I seem to gravitate towards shoe stores no matter where I am. They can be made from the finest leather, online or available at Bloomingdale’s or… Continue reading STEP ON UP

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LOVE FROM THE HAROLDS

Shortly after moving to Rochester, New York in 1982, I met my next door neighbor, Harold.  He had to be 85 years old if he was a day back then, so I am sure he has long gone on to join his wife in their heavenly reward.  He lived to the right of my house,… Continue reading LOVE FROM THE HAROLDS