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"Every Trip Becomes An
All-Out Adventure"
Christian Science Monitor,
September 25, 2006.
I am lost - again. I'm
roaming the freeway searching for a street name scribbled on paper or a
place to exit gracefully and ask directions - which I'll probably have
no concept how to follow.
How many times have I
uttered those futile words, "Where am I?" I go in a door, come out, and
can't remember whether to turn in a door, come out, and can't remember
whether to turn right or left. Where is the elevator? Where did I part
the car? How do I get home?
Folks like me are what
the politically correct experts call "directionally challenged." In
other words, we have absolutely no sense of direction.
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"Life Unfolds in Christmas
Cards"
Christian Science Monitor,
December 5, 2005.
When the first Christmas
card arrives in the mail each year, I let out a groan. That's because
last year's clearance sales are still stored in the "holiday" closet, a
place overflowing with pastel bunnies for Easter and assorted goblin
masks for Halloween. Receiving that first greeting card means I'm
already behind on sending my own cards for the season.
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"Let
it Snow - But Not in My Yard"
Sasee,
December 2005/ January 2006,
I did not dream of a white Christmas, a white Valentine's Day, or any
white day at all. Happily I live in the South in a semi-arid region, and
I don't miss snow one bit. Snow is cold, wet, and slushy. Cover my yard
with green in winter - green grass that is alive and growing.
This past holiday season we
drove through the white stuff in Oklahoma right after a winter storm. As
we rolled along the road on Christmas Eve day, the gray haze of winter
surrounded our journey. Holiday music on the car radio provided the only
cheery sound. Contact
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"Loose
Body Parts"
Sasee,
February/March 2005
So, as a beginning golfer, it was very disheartening to hear the golf
pro say, "You have too many loose body parts." In order to strike the
ball correctly, I must lose the wiggle and the sway.
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"How
Neighbors Became Grandparents"
"How Neighbors Became Grandparents"
Parenthood, February 2003
Dozens of papers streaked with blue, yellow and green markers covered
the kitchen table. Lovely designs resembling trees, butterflies and
circles overlapped on multiple pages of scrap paper I had reserved just
for this purpose.
"Color with me!" my
2-year-old granddaughter said again. Hadn't we just spent the past
couple of hours doing just that? Fortunately, one thing grandmas have is
patience, so I picked up the purple marker, wrote "GABBY" on the paper,
and drew my best tulip.
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