Musings
Sunday, December 30, 2018
When the ball drops in NYC
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Even though I live in Illinois, when the ball drops in Times Square on New Year’s Eve, I’m happy to start singing Auld Lang Syne, toast wit...
Sunday, December 23, 2018
Recall notices
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As consumers, we should be thankful for recall notices telling us that something we own is faulty, or more important, potentially dangerous...
Sunday, November 18, 2018
Who is your current gift?
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People come into our lives for a reason. Sometimes we understand why right away. At a shared event like a conference, we may meet a kindred...
Sunday, October 21, 2018
A clever turn of phrase
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For the past month I’ve been ruminating on a snippet from a sea shanty song I heard while weaving through small coastal towns in Nova Scoti...
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Sunday, September 09, 2018
Semi. Retirement.
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A musing in June used the meteorological terms isolated and scattered, which deal with the percentages of the likelihood of rain, in descr...
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Sunday, September 02, 2018
The tangled webs we weave
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For a few weeks this summer an industrious spider wove a nightly web that connected a bush on one side of the walkway to the back door on t...
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Sunday, August 26, 2018
Unused words
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While listening to a book on my way home from work one day last week, a character in the story mentioned that something had become their lo...
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