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Eating Frogs

Mark Twain famously said that if it was your job to eat a frog, then it was best to do it first thing in the morning. Motivational speaker, Brian Tracy, published a book titled Eat That Frog! in which he

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Something to Ponder…

The late motivational speaker, Jim Rohn, said thinking in terms of time is a trap that allows us to be less and do less than we might otherwise. He suggested thinking in terms of “number of times remaining” instead because it adds

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In the Blink of an Eye

Happy Birthday to my youngest! She’s eighteen years old today. She’s grown into a beautiful, accomplished, intelligent, loving, generous, kind person and I am so impressed with her. What a lucky mommy I am! She’ll graduate from high school in

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Life Changes…

A few years ago October to December was a mad rush to get it all done. Halloween meant working on costumes and creating a display of hay bales, pumpkins, and scarecrows in the front yard. It meant pumpkin patch hayrides,

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A Kick and a Clean

Tuesday was tough. A lot of things didn’t go my way. You notice I don’t say they went wrong. They didn’t. They went painfully right. I won’t go into everything that kicked me in the gut that day, but I

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Now What?

I took a portion of Blood Marriage to my critique group. I knew this scene might be a little much for some people, so I warned them in advance in case they wanted to opt not to read it.  But I wasn’t

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The Dog Ate My Homework

Yeah Right… No. Really. I know I promised to put Blood Marriage up on Amazon in June, but a virus ate my computer. Really. Initially I spent too many days (I’m stubborn) trying everything my PAID security  provider suggested to clear the trouble. Nothing

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What is the Purpose of This?

This moment in time was on my mind when I woke this morning. Why have I added it here now? I tend to write journals and then years later in fits of soul-cleansing or privacy-greed I destroy them. Perhaps I

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