Eddie Haskell Wasn’t So Bad … Oh Yeah He Was

Watching way too much retro TV this weekend when I should be reading and writing. But last week's long relentless stress from all angles, to the point that I felt like a baby harbor seal dodging clubs, left me with no alternative than to veg out and regress back to the days when everything was …

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Sometimes You Hurt the One You Love – Or You Just Make Them a Bit Snippy

Sometimes, worry can totally consumes the Crow.  She doesn't get out of the house much these days, and with all the rain she can't even sit on her deck and soak up some sun.  That just amplifies her stress levels.  Today she was worried about a change in my Dad's meds.  I had all the info, but …

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There Ain’t No Warning Labels for Crazy

Warning: Crazy. I have been saying wow to myself a bit more than usual tonight. Wow for the man who rescued those poor women from a decade of torture, and then refused a reward.  Wow to the people out there who are actually criticizing him. And when I read this post just now Warning: Crazy., about the …

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Forgivenes

This story hits close to home in many ways. Holding back love and acceptance creates poison. It’s easy to do. But creating negative energy only backfires on its creator. Everyone out there holding a grudge should read this. And think hard about the future and what could be lost.

Justine Graykin

It’s been a rough couple of months. Losing the first cat wasn’t so bad (I wrote a nice article for the newspaper about that). The second cat was a lot harder (see the previous post). But that was nothing.  Nothing.

My brother-in-law called yesterday morning and told me my sister had died. I didn’t even know she was ill. Everyone else did. All her friends, the entire family, her church. Not me. Because she had expressly told them she didn’t want me to be told. They had their chance to visit her in the hospice where she lay dying of cancer. Not me. They begged her to let them tell me. She refused. Why?

Because I am an atheist.

It was her final gesture to me, her final retribution for my lack of belief in her god.

We had been estranged for a long time because I did not…

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Day 216 Question 216 – Who are you at your best? Your worst?

Day 216 Question 216. I love sharing posts about how destructive the ego can be.  It's what separates us from each other, separates us from God, separates us from all the love and positive energy that is ours in this world. That's not to say that being unique or an individual or true to yourself …

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Memories Should Not Be Made of This

The beautifully written post Missed Memories moves me to write something deep from within my heart. My mother just turned 88 this past July 4th, and like iscribblings said about her grandmother in the post below, we always celebrate my mother's birthday like it's a holiday- because, well it is. But that was not the case …

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