It’s all about me
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At my house, we have this thing we call the Table of Safety. Officially, it’s our dining room table, where we sit each morning reading the paper, scrolling the internet, and eating our breakfast. Unofficially, it’s anywhere we need to invoke a sense of respect and privacy during conversation. It’s sort of a, “No offense,…
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I’ve recently returned from a writers’ retreat and was thinking about what words of writing wisdom I could share with my Monday blog readers . . . but then I realized our highlights are NSFW. My friends do not, and I am currently not, writing mature themes. Our novels contain very little crude indecent language…
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I came across an old blog post the other day and it inspired me to update it. It’s from January 28, 2013 and titled MaryFranniversary. It celebrates a FULL year, 52 weeks, of Monday blogs. I was pretty proud of myself for having completed that many posts. I realize it’s the end of June which…
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A shout out to MY PEEPS! To the ladies in that mature stage of life between puberty and death. Fair Warning: This post is not for the young, physically squeamish, or well, guys, I guess. Although the latter might learn a thing or two. Just sayin’. Been kinda warm and summery around these parts lately…
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I find it very interesting the things that I miss. And so grateful for the things I did before I couldn’t. For instance, before COVID 19, I met with my writer friends every other Monday at Jessica’s in Roscoe. It’s NO surprise that I miss my writer friends! Our HUGS! Three hour booth-clogging conversations. The…
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Honestly, of all the CDC and WHO recommended practices, the not touching my face is the hardest for me. I realize, I’m at home–without any new exposure–and I’ve washed my hands, repeatedly, probably even more than the rest of you because my dishwasher recently broke, so I CAN TOUCH MY FACE. But still, I’m trying…


