I Swear

I am intimately familiar with the nuanced flavors of Dial, Zest, Tide, and Palmolive, to name just a few. My mother had used all of them in a vain effort to wash “those dirty words” out of my mouth before the tender age of eight. Even the twenty-mule team of Borax didn’t stand a chance of pulling out the cantankerous roots of my heathen vocabulary. At nineteen, I found myself sitting across the desk from my supervisor in a major retail chain, being lectured on the inappropriateness of a sailor’s…

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Get This Be That

Once upon a time in a land far away, 25 years ago on the other side of Florida, I did something outrageously stupid. In the midst of an emotionally charged argument, a man asked me what I wanted. My exact reply: “I want to get married and be happy! The moment is burned into my brain. We were between his car and the front door of my house. I was in pain because our relationship was falling apart and my lifelong dream of getting married and being happy was slipping…

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It is Always Spring Again

I’m in Arizona this week; quite a change from Florida, where I have lived since 1989. Nonetheless, the landscape is comfortably familiar to me, as I am a native of the high desert in California. I am visiting during monsoon season. It is marked by torrential downpours, flash floods, and the most amazing thing that happens in the desert. As my mother pointed out, “It is always Spring again after the rain.” This phenomenon provides a beautiful glimpse into the human spirit.

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