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Shamailer

Yesterday I got a “shaming” letter in the mail. Typically, I toss any and all mailers in the recycling. Most of them are junk – advertising goods and services I’m don’t care about. This one, pointed out to me by my son, was from Citizens for a Better Florida, an Orlando-based PAC that calls itself an Electioneering Communications Organization. It appears to be a “get out the vote” campaign. In…

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Fashion disaster

For the past several months I’ve been on a journey of transformation. Finally within touching distance of a decade-old goal weight, I’ve been daydreaming about an entirely new wardrobe to celebrate. Pants are falling off my hips, my body is swimming in my blouses, even the Sisters are in need of new underpinning. My problem? Finding clothes that are both age appropriate and flattering has been nearly impossible. I’ve noticed…

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On the rocks

Several years ago, WordPress introduced a Reblog function. If readers want a post from another site, click a button and it’s published, in an abbreviated form (55 words), on their site. Attribution and a direct link to the original post is included, but so is any photo that is featured at the top of the article. Sometimes my posts only include a photo and a short description. In those cases,…

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Sand script

Gleaming in the moonlight, the unblemished sand is the perfect slate for my vitriolic complaints. A storm-torn quill, plucked from the befouled backside of a garbage-eating gull, is my mighty sword. Digging deep into the sand, I gouge out a litney of aspersions towards those who perpetrated wrongs against me. Listing them in their entirety, eloquent in their viciousness, I impeach my offenders. Casting doubt on their pedigree, I take…

It all counts

Throughout her academic career, my daughter worked exceedingly hard to earn high grades. A consummate overachiever, she maintained an A-average from elementary school through her recent master’s degree. Her education was serious business. When she was in middle school, probably around seventh grade, the scale for earning an A was a numerical score of 95-100. All that changed when the local school board lowered the standard to a range of…