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Allyson Gross is my 2nd cousin by way of her mother, Bobbi Jean. I never met her since I had moved away from Columbus when she was little and there wasn't much contact between my family and Bobbi Jean's as we went our separate ways. I remember once just after she married Gross, her favorite word in the whole world, and evidently her favorite person ( Read more... )

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I didn't get much work done yesterday, not with the bloody nose and the roofers making all kinds of noise. I did better this morning since I slept in and they finished up their work and went their way without waking me up. Tells me just how tired I was from yesterday's sturm und drang. Last night was a little better.

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Mementos of Dreams | JM Cornwell | Blog Post | Red Room

Dig through an old trunk and come up with a memory -- or a tale.

As I topped the rise on I-24 coming home from seeing my dying father in Ohio, it was in the closing days of winter three years ago. Below me in the valley at the foot of Pikes Peak, the sun shone and gilded everything below the hoary-headed mountain glittering like a diamond studded ermine beneath the clear sky with that color of blue peculiar to ( Read more... )

Music has always been a part of my life, from my mother's classical records,my father's dance music, and the bluegrass music my grandfather played incessantly as he sat by the window in the dining room in his house smoking and tapping his foot in time. Music has been a constant in my own life, a barometer of my moods and feelings, but it was a ( Read more... )

There is a poignancy about returning home from vacation. I am glad to be home as I was glad to leave, a balance of emotions and aims ( Read more... )

As President's Day nears, thoughts of freedom and what it really means come into mind.

As a child and a teenager, freedom meant one thing: being able to do what I wanted to do instead of what I was told to do. That meant staying up late, going out on dates and coming home late, choosing my own clothes, not having to check in every five minutes ( Read more... )

Every year Mom says she doesn't want a gift and every year my siblings and I go together to get her a gift. Last year it was the entire Forever Knight collection and this year it was Tour of Duty. Mom called yesterday to wish me a merry Christmas and say thank you for the gift. I reminded her that she didn't want the gift and would have to give it ( Read more... )