Not My First, or Only, Rodeo

19 November 2016This isn’t my first, or only rodeo. Let me explain.I’m 45. The ripe old age where, if I was born in the early 20th or late 19th Centuries, I would probably be face up underground, melting away into the dirt. But, being born in 1971, a greater life span was afforded me. Thankfully. …

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The Note

I sometimes work from home.  I like it, because I can be in my PJs, with my favorite fuzzy child near my side, looking out at the woods in front of our house.  I also like it because it’s quiet.  Peaceful.  No phones ringing, since we don’t have a home phone, and no one to …

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