Good to Go

Good to Go   While our bikes were in transport on the back of his car, John didn’t strap my beautiful bike down well enough which resulted in what he called a “scratch” on my crossbar.  I called it a gouge. He suggested I put a sticker over it. In my heart, I suggested we…

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How to do Ribs

How to do Ribs     I like adventure. And some risk. But I have my limits. I have no plans to try, say, sky diving, or scuba diving. Not my bag.   Since I was a child, my mom has always been a worrywart and on the nervous side about me “doing stuff.” I…

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Man Bun

Man Bun     “Have a seat,” he said. John wanted to show me his photos from his weekend camping trip to Yosemite, so he pulled up a chair for me at the desktop computer (vs. iPhone, vs. iPad, vs. laptop) so that I’d have a big view. He gets excited about this stuff; I…

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Pane Bella Take Away

Pane Bella Take Away   The trouble is, you think you have time.–Buddha     When I moved into my neighborhood almost fifteen years ago, I discovered the most intoxicatingly delicious and perfectly convenient, walkable bakery, Pane Bella. Pane Bella had a ciabatta loaf (flat-ish bread) like my tongue-buds had never known. You can bet…

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Collage: What is Real

Collage: What is Real Sept. 6, 2018   I didn’t open my eyes to look at the orange numbers on the digital clock, so I can’t tell you what time it was, but I do know it was still dark when I heard the familiar sound of my coffee mug being placed onto the stone…

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Varroommm with a View

Varroommm with a View     You are what you eat.   You are what you do.   For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.*   You are what you think about.     We may not all agree on these statements about personal responsibility. For example, there are at least…

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Offended on a Love Seat

Offended on a Love Seat   If you’ve ever been offended by someone, this might be for you:   The five-day finale to our three-week European trip was a Mediterranean cruise compliments of John’s company. It was the morning of our last full day and we had arrived at the port near Rome. Sitting quietly…

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I’m Wrong, You’re Wrong

I’m Wrong, You’re Wrong   “Finally, we begin to see that all people, including ourselves, are to some extent emotionally ill as well as frequently wrong, and then we approach true tolerance and see what real love for our fellows actually means.  It will become more and more evident as we go forward that it…

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Open Mind, Open Mine

Open Mind, Open Mine   A closed mind is a dying mind. – Edna Ferber   I’ve grown a lot from listening to the Brooke Castillo podcasts. I don’t agree with everything she says and no doubt she wouldn’t agree with everything I say. That’s cool.   I’m proud to say that I’ve changed my…

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“They Brought it on Themselves!”

“They Brought it on Themselves!”   That line is only one of many repeated ad nauseam. It’s spouted like it’s an original thought. Like the people who—when they find out my last name is Capone—ask, “Any relation to Al?” or like when John and I were in the elevator on the Azamara Quest cruise ship a…

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