Category archives: Life Reflections

Helpers and random luck Bookmark and Share

Many of my beliefs have changed as I've aged, but all of my life I've clung to the idea that people are inherently good. Even when they do terrible things, their inner soul must certainly still have some good that simply was overrun by something terrible. I've never been able to grasp that someone could be 100 percent evil. It's getting harder to abide by that belief. 

The Connecticut shooting yesterday, the Colorado movie shooting a few months ago (just a few miles from my daughter's school), countless other senseless shootings this past year. Each ...

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Generation gap Bookmark and Share

As the workday wound down this afternoon, a conversation among coworkers somehow turned to music and the first CD ever purchased. Five of us were sitting in the area with about a 25-year range in ages.

When the early-20s-something guy said his first CD was the “queen of pop,” I was surprised and piped right up with a “me, too.” I was, of course, talking about Madonna (Like a Prayer because that was the first available on CD—I’ve still got the earlier stuff on vinyl). He was talking about Britney Spears. I laughed until I nearly peed. His ...

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Lessons learned from a superball Bookmark and Share

Tuesday morning I was up to my ankles in soapy water by the end of my shower. Odd since the night before the water from my daughter’s bath went down just fine. Then I remembered she had been playing with her superball in the tub. She “saw” it bounce out of the tub, but since we looked everywhere for it Tuesday morning, I began to suspect it was more than a chunk of soap and my impending baldness that was clogging the drain.

Still optimistic about the soap idea, I waited two nights until I told my husband the ...

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Soundtrack of my life Bookmark and Share

I've heard that smell is the strongest of our senses linked to memory. For me though, it's hearing hands down because nothing affects my memory like music. I have a theory that everyone's life has its own soundtrack, filled with those songs that no matter where you are, if you hear them you are transported back in time. 

My own soundtrack began with my mom strumming the guitar and singing "All I have to do is dream" by the Everly Brothers. I was probably about 3. Kenny Rogers's "The Gambler" oddly enough takes me back to ...

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