Category Archives: My Peeps

Retrospect

We leave a trail behind us as we go along. Some trails are fairly straight, point A to point B. Others meander, go in circles or take sharp turns. The crumbs left behind may be perceived as stale bread by … Continue reading

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High Flying

Naturally, since I now work in the aircraft / flying business, it was a job requirement to go for a ride. With barely restrained trepidation, I climb into the small 1946 Piper PA12 Super Cruiser, strap myself in and clutch … Continue reading

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Synchronicity

It is an amazing feeling when something happens that is completely unexpected, yet undeniably right. I have been job hunting. Out of work for nearly a year, I took some time to relax and enjoy my home and my husband. … Continue reading

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Deadheading

My husband and I went out for Thai food not too long ago. The meal was excellent and just before we left, we hit the restrooms. It was a long drive home. As we exited the restaurant, he grinned at … Continue reading

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Moving

In the midst of packing up our house in Ohio, I took a bicycle out of the garage and headed to the candy store in town. My mom let me ride to town by myself as long as I let … Continue reading

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Topper

My pony, Topper, was the equivalent of a extra short, dark hair and skinned, broad shouldered Italian man, who liked his coffee strong and black and switched to blood red wine in the evening. He swore like a sailor and … Continue reading

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Madrigals

I had an unusual upbringing. Amidst the daily chores of farm life, we sang madrigals. Watering the goats and horses was a much despised task. The buckets alone weighed as much as one of my legs if severed above the … Continue reading

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A Terry Window

My dad was a carpenter with a designer’s eye. Or a designer with woodworking skills. Either way he made his mark on many a house during his long life. In some cases, that mark was the slight curved indentations of … Continue reading

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