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It’s just wrong

It’s just wrong to be sitting in my office in the middle of February listening to the snow melt and drip off my roof and deck. Snow come back! All is forgiven! Boston doesn’t love you half as much as we do. So whatever we did to drive you away, we’re so, so sorry.

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She’ll always be the most fun auntie!

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Aunt Judy not only lets you ride her inside bike but she also lets you wear her “Watching Miss America” crown so you can practice for the day you ARE Miss America. The look on Bella’s face tells you there is pretty much nowhere else she’d rather be..

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My sad little doggie

Poor Bubba. She’s having some kind of episodes that cause her to fall sideways, flail her legs, scream once and then go limp. Charming. Tomorrow we go to the vet to find out how to take her femoral pulse to see if this is indicative of incidents of suddenly dropping blood pressure. Sigh. It’s so hard when you know they’re hurting and there is just nothing you can do but hold them.

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Columns 2015

Drunk driving

The photos on the front page of the paper last week were simply heartbreaking. Two mothers holding each other as they looked at pictures of daughters they will never again hold in their arms. A dad wiping tears from his eyes as he watched a slide show of the young lady who will always be his little girl but who is no longer around to grow into the amazing woman she held out promise to be. And a man in a prison jumpsuit with tears streaming down his face as he viewed the pictures of the two girls whose lives

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Here’s a big no-no

I don’t know at what age this becomes true or if it’s true all your life. But it definitely is a bad idea at my age to fall asleep with my dog sleeping on my legs. You wake up to two legs cramping in places you didn’t know legs could cramp.

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Brian Williams

I like Brian Williams. Always have. Always thought he was one of the good guys. Now it feels as though there really is no one left to admire or respect. I am sadder about this than I thought possible.

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Mondays

When I worked outside the home, I hated Mondays because it meant the weekend was over and I had to go back to work. Now I dread then because, if I don’t have an idea for my weekly newspaper column by now, it becomes panic time. And given that I’m writing this instead of a column, I think we know what kind of a Monday this will be.

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Columns 2015

Oh my

Just got back the DVDs from iMemories with my family movies from the fifties and sixties into the seventies. My dad can never be accused of being a great film maker. So there I sat staring at the screen trying to figure out who I was looking at or what I was looking at when suddenly, in a perfectly clear shot, all my aunts appeared. They were all so beautiful. I don’t think I ever realized that when I was young. And suddenly I was sobbing and didn’t even know why. I miss them more than words can express.

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