Month: January 2014

• “I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.” T.S. Eliot

  Thank you T.S. Eliot. I don’t know quite what this means because last time I checked, the boyfriend jeans need to be worn rolled with a peep-toe pump. And yet alas, I have been greeted with suggestions that I am from another era. The first was the news that Captain and Tennille were getting divorced.…

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  January 27, 2014

  Nitty Gritty Dirty Grief

• Chicken Carcass

  It is a new year. And I have made resolutions….to be more present, to write more, to determine what path will truly make me content, to do push ups…… And to stick to a budget. I KNOW! Holy heck…..a budget. And those who know me are gwaffing at the last resolution.  I am not a…

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  January 23, 2014

  Nitty Gritty Dirty Grief

• 2014 is Calling

  It is a new year.  I still hate push ups.  It took me three weeks to feel normal after the flu.  Christmas has come and gone and I now have only 11 ½ months to make this year extraordinary. So far it is off to a good start. Did you know our work was mentioned…

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  January 13, 2014

  Nitty Gritty Dirty Grief