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Recently, I made a new friend, Deb Runge, a woman who is a lot like me. Not only is she a first time author, but she is also an adult child of an alcoholic. Even though I grew up with an alcoholic father, that particular component, and its affects, I thought, paled, in comparison to…

This summer while traveling, my husband and I often commented on the price of gas. At one of our pit stops, my road weary husband did not read the “label” before pressing the “choice” button for the type of gas he put in the truck. Mistakenly, he paid $6.25 a gallon for that “special” kind…

I’ve tried enjoying putting jigsaw puzzles together and I admire those who find pleasure in this hobby. I know it takes time, patience and lots of space. I’ve noticed people in our public library who dump the tiny segments of a puzzle out of a box and onto a large table. Then they turn all…

This morning I woke up to the sound and smell of rain. My first thought was of gratitude; my flowers and lawn need a good dose of moisture. But then my mind suddenly began to reminisce. The simple sound of rain on the roof caused my brain to  recall Midwest thunderstorms and my dad’s love…