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Picture Perfect
My daughter and I spent Sunday afternoon at my parents’ house. They live in a beautiful community on the Magothy River, and I decided to take a walk to their community beach that afternoon. With my iPhone in hand, I took some shots. I don’t know if you feel the same way I do about where you grew up, but I absolutely loved the neighborhood, the community, and the schools. When I go to visit, it always feels like I’ve taken a mini-vacation. I was lucky to have spent many years there, and always feel the same way when I visit. As Mr. Rodgers would say, “It was a beautiful…
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My Hands Look Old
You can’t always tell how old a woman is by her face, but you can tell how old she is often by her hands. Hands don’t lie. In the winter, my hands look much older than they do in the summertime. They are dry and white and flaky. They need to be moisturized constantly. I miss my summertime hands. My summertime hands are tanned and glowing. My jewelry looks good on them, especially my new ring and my Michael Kors watch. But right now, my hands just look old. There are other parts of me that look old, too, like my stomach and my thighs. But I don’t look at…
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What Davy Jones Meant to My Childhood
*** Just as Marcia Brady had a crush on Davy Jones, so did I. Watching The Monkees on Saturday mornings was a big part of my days as a child; I loved all the members of the band, but none of them as much as Davy. Sadly, we lost our “Daydream Believer” today at the age of 66, the apparent victim of a heart attack. His death reflects the feelings I often have as I get older and watch people I was a fan of leave this world. I have difficulty connecting the fragments of time. Was I really eight years old when I would sit riveted watching The Monkees…
