Monthly Archives: December 2013

The Vet

I slammed the car door and ran across the parking lot, stamping the slush off of my boots before entering the McDonald’s.  The thermometer was hovering around eight degrees and a cup of steaming hot coffee sounded really good.  I … Continue reading

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Glass Trees

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Speaking With Your Heart

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, concerned citizens can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has. ~ Margaret Mead I saw this quote on the blog “Soul Gatherings” . It was ironic because … Continue reading

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Cognitive Dissonance

The Food Stamp Program, administered by the U.S. Department of Agriculture, is proud to be distributing this year the greatest amount of free Meals and Food Stamps ever, to 47 million people as of the most recent figures available in … Continue reading

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Lookin For Santa Paws

Over the years, I have mentally divided the population into two groups.  Those that love animals, and everyone else.  And among those that do, I have had the pleasure of meeting many that I call Animal Angels.  The people that … Continue reading

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Tokens

My wife is a Christmas person.  Actually she is a holiday person.  You name the holiday and she has decorations for it. Halloween, July 4th, all of it.  My job is to find the right storage container and drag it … Continue reading

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Meeting Molly

Scott stood, leaning against the wall, looking out the window, a cup of coffee gripped firmly in both hands to lessen the tremor . He watched as the rivulets of rain carved a crooked path down the window panes, his … Continue reading

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