A Day Worth Celebrating

Just a short note today. I wanted to thank everyone who reached out to me in replies or privately about my last blog. I learned that I’m not the only one who has been having the anxieties and blues over the past several months that I expressed in my blog. I was sad to hear about some of the challenges my friends following here have been experiencing, and please...

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A Blog about Not Blogging

Four months ago, wow. Well, a few days shy of four months. That’s how long ago I last blogged. Geez. I definitely didn’t keep up my promise to blog more this  year, did I? If you are going to break a promise, better to do so early on. Rip off the Band-Aid right away, as folks say. Get it over with quick and clean. No pussyfooting around with procrastination....

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The Sharpened Palate

Driving home the other evening, I was singing along to the tunes spinning on my CD player (yes, I really do have one in my almost 13-year-old Toyota). This is not an unusual sight to see, although as of late, getting me to listen to anything besides the Hamilton Broadway Cast album that I’m thoroughly obsessed with is quite a miracle. But I had Michael...

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Uncertainty

Most of us cannot remember what we were doing one year ago today. Well, unless you have that bizarre supermemory affliction like Marilu Henner where she remembers every detail to the letter like exactly where she was at 2:45 p.m. on Monday, February 16, 2004 and that February 16, 2004 was a Monday. I remember where I was this time last year. I was in a doctor’s...

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Closing Chapters

They apparently are making their move to begin the official gutting and what many of us can only assume will be a total demolition of the Tampa Tribune building over at 202 Parker St.  My former colleagues have been sharing the latest photos or video of the scene. It is always sad to see a place that held a special meaning to you be changed in any way let alone be...

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Winds of Change

Wherever did these huge gusts of wind come from that are blowing pages off the patio table and rustling the fur of my little Jax? I keep wondering if a house will come twirling about in the sky soon with a bitchy woman on a bike soaring closely behind. Something wicked this way comes. Or maybe this is just our lingering fall getting swept up and blown away by...

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