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Forgive me reader for I have sworn. It’s been 602,487 eff-words since my last confession. (confession: I’m not Catholic.) That’s a lie, it’s been more. I’m not even at the forefront of this epidemic; I’m just riding the effing wave. You know it’s true. The word is everywhere, inescapable. Eff is the Snookie of swear words.…
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I love to dream. I don’t do it often enough. I know they say the average person dreams 2-3 times a night, but I say, unless I can remember it, it doesn’t count. Of course, remembering snippets can be much more maddening than remembering nothing. We’re all familiar with dream-logic… when you’re telling what you…
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My neighbors are landscape geniuses. Their yard is amazing—well imagined, well crafted, and well-tended. My kitchen window faces their house and I thank them daily as I trudge through chores for providing me with such an awesome view. This spring, they “roofed” the porch they built with dirt and plants. And a goat. I think I…
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I’ve come across several articles lately that have focused on the reevaluation of Autism diagnosis. Calling it Autism Spectrum Disorder, health care providers have broken down the complex developmental disability that causes problems with social interaction and communication into three categories. My focus here is not to delve into the mysteries of Autism, but to…
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Feeling a little silly this morning, so let’s play a game! I don’t have a ton of celebrity stories; I live a simple life in the middle of a cornfield. I guess that contributes to my goofy star-struck nature when I do cross paths with ‘stars.’ Here’s one of my favorite stories: My friend and…
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In honor of Memorial Day picnics, this week’s blog is a quick little catch-up. Get it? Ketchup! But not catsup. The After Party Please, no RSVPs. They’re not necessary. I’ve already planned on your attendance. Mary Me I love that our local paper lists the baby names in the birth notices, even though they’re usually…
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When I die, I do not want a funeral. I want a party. A very big party. Funerals suck, everybody knows it. And yet, the best part of being forced to attend a funeral and acknowledge someone’s passing is spending time with all of the people you rarely get to see. For me, we’re skipping…
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It took me 16 blogs to come full circle. I began with my name and a play on words, Mary Frances = Mary Fran Says. Last week I wrote about my word nerdiness and today I’m writing about my name. (I have many a Mary story to share, this is merely an introduction!) MARY Mar·y /ˈmɛəri/…
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I mentioned in my original blog that I was a word person. I like words. I like their aesthetic– how they look, the letter groupings, what they sound like, what they mean, and how those things change depending upon format, usage, inclination, etc. Being the word nerd that I am, I play Scrabble a lot.…
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