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And where will YOU be in 2012????

Enquiring minds want to know!!!

Yes, I'm one of them, and this question is really for readers (although anyone can answer. It's all good!!) I'm conducting a totally unscientific survey which won't impact anything at all, and lest you're concerned - or from Iowa - let me reassure you that politics is NOT involved. I would love to know where you readers will be hanging out this upcoming year.

My Favorite Christmas Story (not for the kiddies)

There are many tales told at this time of year; traditional ones around a fireplace or a tree and others new, intriguing and destined to become tomorrow's classics. I have ONE Christmas story I heard many years ago. It always makes me laugh and always will. It's not new so if you've heard it before, I apologize. But bear with me. Because I'm having enormous amounts of fun just telling it!!!

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Have we forgotten what's funny?

A couple of nights ago, like so many of us after a long day, I plonked my butt down and grabbed the remote, hoping there was something entertaining on tv to help my mind relax. My current evening project involves beads, glue and a costume, so it's not so much that I need to actually watch something, it's more a desire to let my brain stand down.

Half an hour later, with a twitchy remote finger,

Operation Shop and Wrap!

If you've already found yourself humming "It's Beginning to look a lot like Christmas" or wondering if Grandma will get run over by a reindeer this year, you're not alone. In fact, there are those amongst us who begin their holiday shopping during the July 4th sales. I believe they should be publicly flogged and staked over fire ant nests outside Walmart, but that's just me. I'm more of a "it's

Where have you gone, Guy de Maupassant?

Recognize this guy? His name is Samuel Clemens, but you probably know him better as Mark Twain. A writer and humorist, Twain is well-known for creating novels about Tom Sawyer and his buddy Huckleberry Finn. It's less well known that he wrote short stories. Some estimates say nearly 50 of them.

Is this important? For the purposes of this blog, yes.  Read on and see why.

In the course of my

Getting to the Bottom of Things

Recently, my ass has been on my mind. (Okay, I've heard the joke about the fly and the windshield, so let's not go there. LOL) The reason I've been contemplating my rear end has more to do with how uncomfortable it is on my current desk chair than any off-color humor. At least this time around.

It may well be new chair time, which has led me inexorably to Google. Everything seems to lead me to

i-SAD

Sometimes I see life as a road map. I see my road, and it's grown from a footpath to a multi-lane highway as my family's roads joined mine.
Then there are the roads of friends - intersecting, crossing, partnering - sometimes staying alongside my road for many years, other times veering off toward directions of their own and away from me.
But twice in my life there have been roads that profoundly

Five Reasons to be Happy Summer's Over

Last night the Harvest Moon billowed hugely in the sky, reminding me that yes, it is going to be officially autumn very shortly. And I, for one, am rather glad. So - because that's what blogs are for - I figured I'd bore you nice people with my reasons for happily waving farewell to summer. Ain't I kind?

Reason One:  BAD HAIR DAYS.

This may seem trivial to some, but for those of us afflicted

It's about TIME...or the lack thereof!

The old Byrds song says "To everything there is a time..." Clearly, it was written long before social networking emerged as THE thing to do with every spare waking moment. Now I have nothing against Facebook, Twitter, Google+ or whatever. Nor Goodreads, Shelfari, Yahoo groups, other groups and MeetMeAtTheWaterCooler.com. (I made that up, don't look for it!) All these things serve a need, and

Coming Full Circle

One Writer's Ten-Year Journey Back to Her RootsIn the silent pre-dawn hours, just before the first bird wakes up and thinks it would be neat to chirp his blasted head off, the world is unusually quiet and you can hear yourself think. Last night I did just that, after walking through my equally silent house and realizing going back to sleep wasn't going to happen. I made a cup of coffee and