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Too close for comfort

Too close for comfort

“Hilary, there are flowers for you here,” my office’s receptionist sung into the phone as she called me from our other location, which is about half a mile from where I work.    “Flowers?  For me? There? That is so strange.  Who are they from?” I asked.   “I don’t know.  Come over and find out,” she happily answered.   “Alright,” I replied as I grabbed my car keys.  “I will come over.”  But, before I left my office I…

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The price we have to pay

The price we have to pay

The things that happen at my house….   As I came home from work, I found my husband, Marc, sitting in the den with our cat, Alex, on his lap.  After Marc greeted me with a big hello, this conversation occurred:   “Alex” – Hey mommy!   Me:  (as I started walking over to them) – Hey Alex!   I missed you, Buddy!   “Alex” – Mommy, don’t give me any kisses.    Me: I have to.  I missed you!  …

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How sweet it is to be loved by you

How sweet it is to be loved by you

We sat around the table, six friends who haven’t seen each other in quite a long time.   The food was passed.  The wine was flowing.  We joked.  We laughed.  The mood was light, and levity filled the air.    But then, as if a cool wind blew, the mood changed, instantly.  Someone asked the question, “How is Walter doing?”  The answer wasn’t good.  Walter wasn’t well.  Walter was actually in very bad shape, and it was clear, Walter wasn’t going…

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Close encounters of the preparedness kind

Close encounters of the preparedness kind

   My husband, Marc, and I pulled into his brother’s driveway.  As he put the car in park, I turned to him and said, “I don’t want to go in there.”    “Why?  What’s wrong?”    “I am afraid to see the cat,” I replied.   Just a few days before, their beloved cat was hit by a car, broke her leg, and needed her tail amputated.  “I am afraid I will cry when I see her with no tail.  I…

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The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree

It was a few days before we brought our cat, Alex, in to have his tail amputated.  He was frantically scratching and biting at the tumor on his tail.  My husband, Marc, and I attempted to stop him from further hurting himself by putting a cone on him.  He wasn’t happy, and neither were we. In fact, we were worried sick.   Marc and I were sitting at our dining room table, both pounding away on our laptops.  Every few…

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