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A blog, a spouse and some questions

A blog, a spouse and some questions

As my husband, Marc, and I left our house and walked to his car to begin our weekly pilgrimage to Costco, his phone buzzed alerting him to a new email.   He glanced down to check the email.   “Oh, it is your blog,” he announced.  “Which one is it today?  Do I have to read it or can I just delete it?”  He asked.   I knew what he meant, after all most of the time he already knows the…

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Road Rage

Road Rage

At the red light, at the exit of my office’s parking lot, I slowly edged out a little bit, trying to see if I could make a right turn onto the main road.   The road was packed with bumper to bumper traffic.  I made eye contact with the driver who was stuck where my traffic light was.  He was unable to clear it due to the congestion.  I didn’t expect the driver to be gracious and let me pass.  …

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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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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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