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This past week, I drove my daughter to Atlanta to help complete her move to St. Augustine. The problem with living at the beach, I’ve come to realize, is that I’m not a very happy girl until I get...
View ArticleThat Boat Won’t Float
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip/that started from this tropic port about this tiny ship . . . That was not the song running through my brain when I accepted the...
View ArticleMessing With Texas
The average person has between 50,000 and 70,000 thoughts every single day. At least, that’s the number that comes up when I Google the question. The discrepancy in those two numbers is quite large, I...
View ArticleMake It Better
Anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, don’t carry the world upon your shoulders. . . . The words to the 1968 Beatles’ hit were playing in the background yesterday morning as I sat down to...
View ArticleSiriously?
This morning, I saw the results of a Mother’s Day poll indicating that half of all moms have to ask their kids for technical support with their phones, computers, and Kindles. I’m ashamed to admit...
View ArticleMy Bags Are Packed
One of the things I love most about traveling is that it gives me fresh eyes. Seeing Notre Dame, Diamond Head, the grass courts of Wimbledon, or even THE Saks on Fifth Avenue for the first time is...
View ArticleThe Goddess of Garage Door Openers
I lived in Atlanta for the first forty years of my life. During that time, I developed a nice list of honest, reliable people who could take care of just about any repair issue my home could concoct....
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In Greek mythology, Clio, the daughter of Zeus and Mnemosyne (Memory), is the Muse who inspires history. I had to think about that for a moment. The union of the most powerful deity and memory...
View ArticleEasy, Rider
The music is playing in my head, and I can’t get it to stop. It’s carousel music, the round and round, up and down tune that, apparently, has no end. It started when I Googled Calliope. I intended to...
View ArticleWashing Up
In the early morning hours of December 19, six days before Christmas, a makeshift raft washed up on the beach near my home. More specifically, the remnants of a homemade raft — large fiberglass...
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