Category: First course
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Oranges for the Giving
Word of advice: Do not stop at a Florida Turnpike service center if you are hungry and thirsty and a fresh fruit stand is set up to resemble a pleasant farmers’ market–complete with samples of the sweetest oranges on the planet. If you do, you will end up with a cute netted bag of petit…
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Wine Service
I am at the Key West bar where I met and befriended the band a few weeks ago. RG Daughter is interviewing folks for her thesis, which gives me several hours to kill. It is quiet in Key West in the middle of this December week before the holiday season and the other “season” kicks…
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Friendly Advice
Friends are funny. My South Florida friends are hilarious. Just when you think you know one, she stirs up high school drama and, poof, said friend is a friend no more. My best guy friend is my rock. But last night, after too much Saturday night fun, he leveled a little too much with me.…
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Snow, Snow, Snow!
It’s snowing here in Colorado. Everyone is excited. Snow means skiing in the nearby mountains. Snow means it’s really the holiday season. A rainbow palate of lights dangle from town square evergreens and hang from the eaves and rooftops of neighborhood homes that are frosted just so. A glittering snowscape comes to life after dark,…
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Run Away Lies
I ran away for almost a week, and I learned the following: I only believe the last lie I was told. I woke up at 2 a.m. Thursday, panicked because a man said on Wednesday that he adored me and wanted to be my guy. I packed up the dog and, without a word to…
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Big Pocketbook Training School
I have a love-hate relationship with purses. Love to carry my stuff in something cute; hate to carry my stuff in the cute something because it’s too small. Ask RG Daughter, I have spent the last two years looking for a Big Pocketbook. None ever measured up: That one is too big. That one has…
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You Are So Beautiful
They were the beautiful couple, the couple that smiled and cuddled and clearly loved each other. They were the couple that defied the beach bar odds of random hook ups, ruthless players, ex-girl- and boyfriends, and the usual drunken debauchery. In our casa, where the drama incessantly churns, this couple floated above the fray, happy…
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To Yacht or Not to Yacht?
I have been invited to join a yacht club located near my apartment complex. The fact that I am single, unemployed, and don’t own a row boat–much less a yacht–apparently makes no difference. They want me. Bad. In a way, I want them, too. What is not to love about a dowager pink princess who…
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Cold Season
It is cold here in South Florida–10 degrees below normal. The breeze has a kick to it. Ask anyone–it’s a veritable January-like week with lows in the 50s and highs barely in the 70s! Alma mater emblazoned sweatshirts are once again being dragged out of closets and draped over our shivering forms. Oh sure, the…
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My Flock
They are beloved, my flock. They hover on a daily basis, swooping in tandem one minute, alone the next. They are the sweetest of the sweet, the nicest of the nice. Believe me, I know how lucky I am to have such a flock. I kiss and tell each one of them. Some days, however,…