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I sure do love to learn.These days, the internet makes it easy for anyone to learn about anything. Just about. Most every day, I watch a video, or read a lesson, that teaches me something new. The things I learn are varied. It could be anything from computer technology, to programming, to Photoshop, and more.  […]

I’ve got big news.  There are just 168 days until Christmas.  Yes, it is right around the corner, folks.  All the trimmings, just a minute away. So I thought I’d help you prepare.  And what better way than to take a quick look at “The Twelve Days of Christmas” that we all know and love. 

I wear blue jeans.  Most days, for most of the year.  When it gets hot during these summer months, my jeans are replaced with shorts.   Just like most of us do.  But here is a curiosity about blue jeans. How come they get blue pocket fuzz?  How does it form?  How does it get in

July 9, 1922.  That was the day my dad was born.  He was an extraordinary man, and I miss him. He loved to learn about the Universe we are in, and he instilled this quality in his children. All of my siblings and I are curious learners.  So, in honor of that presence, I’d like

Wishes. We all have them. We’ve all made them.We’ve all blown out the candles on the birthday cake after making a good one.  Or have thrown a penny into the fountain or down the well.  In the summertime, we’ve blown on those dandelion seeds and watched them float away. At nighttime, there are those shooting

Goals By Linda Stowe “Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp,Or what’s a heaven for?” This quote is from a very long Robert Browning poem, “Andrea del Sarto.” We studied the poem in school, but this is all I recall from a poem that meanders on for 267 lines. And, really, it’s not

I’m not a flower girl.  I don’t really know plants at all.  But. I do know that be have “Birth Flowers.”And. Every month, there is a primary and a secondary birth flower. Do you know what yours are? Knowing about our birth month flower (or flowers) is yet another fun lens through which to ponder

I’m not ashamed of the fact. It is just how I am.  A few years ago, I was “officially” diagnosed as having OCD.  Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.  That can mean a lot of things for a lot of different people. OCD usually involves having obsessions and compulsions, although some people have only one or the other.