“I’ve been accused!” I wailed. “Who? Who accused you!?” Of what?!” my husband declared sincerely, obviously ready to sweep to my defense. “The Foxboro Reporter.” I sniffed. “They said I wasn’t writing. They said they were disappointed in me.” I wiped my eyes and moved closer, hoping for a hug. He harumpred. “Its about time someone said something.” …continue reading
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Feb
16
2010
I was late to church, and slid into a seat near a friend. “I hear you’re in the dog house,” she said. I stared at her blankly, trying desperately to figure out who I might be in trouble with. “What?” I mumbled. “What did I do?” … …continue reading Jan
29
2010
Resolutions shouldn’t have been problem. After all, I hadn’t stepped on a scale in 6 months; not because I don’t need to. And, looming balefully above me, as I write, is a strange machine. We use it to hang blankets on, but its’ formal name is ‘Treadmill’. It needs to be dusted… …continue reading |
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