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“What you do with your attention is in the end what you do with your life.”― John Green

I don’t know where to begin this story, really, as it has three parts. So I’ll start on our dining room floor, at 134 E. Bruce Ave., in Dayton, on the lump of pillows in the corner, where we sat and watched TV, an old black and white model. After cartoons and after our chores

Well, good Webster doled out the new words for this year. The list came out a couple of weeks ago, and I can’t say that I am thrilled with their decisions. But the last time I checked, I am not the Queen of the United States, so my dismay doesn’t really count. They went and

I was never a cheerleader. One can tell by looking at a person if they had “the cheerleader” in them. First and foremost, I imagine there are more extroverts than introverts in the cheerleading business. It takes a bit of exuberance to say “Sis boom bah” with authority. Big introvert here. Instead, I played sports

It’s about time we talked about breasts. They have a gazillion names. The old mammary glands. Boobs, knockers, boobies, bazookas, melons, bosoms, bubbies, and so much more. But let us get the scientific definitions out of the way before we go anywhere else. Females that have mammary glands are from the class Mammalia. More commonly,

I watched football over the weekend. It was more like background noise while I worked around the house. Michigan vs. Michigan State, for example. I didn’t care one way or the other who won, as neither of the teams is my favorites. However, I was reminded of Michigan State’s mascot. The Spartan. There, dressed in

“One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving.”― Paulo Coelho

“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”― Anais Nin