life
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I am struggling a little with this week’s tale. It’s not that I am at a loss for words with regards to our dogs. Not today anyway they’ve been good. Age does that. But I have so much to do that finding time to write has been a struggle. It is part of why I…
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When in doubt, scout. This saying has been applicable in more than one arena I’ve found myself in. I’ve even got a University of Arizona hat with this saying emnroidered on it, made famous by the late John Polumbo who was a professor in the Department of Entomology at the campus in Yuma. He taught…
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You’ve been introduced to one of the dogs, now let’s introduce you to the witty, independent, blond hair blue-eyed mini-me. I wore them to do everything. Those generic black rubber boots you get at the local feed store. In our case it was The Big R. This was the 1990s. We didn’t have fancy prints…
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It’s been building up. You see it every morning when you open your blinds or curtains. The nagging reminder that you are piss poor at housekeeping eventhough you haven’t been home long enough to do more than eat late night snacks, wash a handful of socks and underwear to get you through the next trip,…
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This August finds me in my third month of unemployment this go around, a situation that I am vastly uncomfortable with. And while I am a mother to a very energetic four year old and wonder where I’ve found the time to work in the past while she clings to my hip like a barnacle,…
Feed Me. Take Me Hunting. 