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My mother is one of my best friends. We definitely did not start out that way. We probably butted heads from the time I slipped into this world. From what I was told, I even gave her hard time then. I am sure having the doctor have to slip his hand up her and work her like a puppet to  turn me did not make me very endearing to her . If any one thinks this will be dripping with sugary sentiment you will be dead wrong.

What I can say is that although very flawed ( and who isn't?) she is…

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My spin on a one time meeting love letter.



You- Girl at Starbucks in green tank with matching eyes who ordered a Caramel Frappacino. I have noticed you there everyday at lunchtime. You must work nearby.

Me - Tall guy behind you in Eagles T-shirt who ordered the same even though I can't stand them .

I knew you were for me from the time I saw you tuck that crazy beautiful red hair behind your ear and… Continue

This is the first year I did not have to fill out a permission slip or deal with parent teacher conferences or the other trappings of public school. At this time last year I was staring down the finish line of my youngest daughters senior year. It had been a long time coming. After many years of dealing with three children who were not go with the flow inside the box types (apple doesn't fall far from the tree) I was almost finished. Sure I was worried about the "real world" freak out that… Continue

Did you ever wonder why music touches everyone? I have. No matter how

young, old, or the culture it touches something very primitive in all

of us. Music has the power to make one laugh or cry or come together.

Music is magic. Don't believe me? Just watch a crowd at a concert no

matter the genre. Watch concert goers sing every verse to a ballad or

get swept away deep into a concerto. Watch a teen bop to a booming base

in a car or brood in the bedroom to the… Continue