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When I Was a Webmistress
I never wanted to be called a “webmistress”. But in the beginning of my career, when few women worked the web, this is what the label often was. Men were, of course, webmasters. And if you happened to enter an online club in those days, sometimes they called themselves, “Stallion”. Thirty Years – Toodles I…
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Our Victories Never End
I took a selfie picture of myself on International Women’s day. Actually, there were at least five of them. One of them won. On that day, two friends noted me as a woman they admire. One of them said it was because of our victories. That made me stop what I was doing. Most people…
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Defeat is Another Opportunity To Practice Being Prepared
I am not a flawless Creator. The last time I threw my life a curve on purpose was in 1994. Unlike a baseball pitcher practicing how to toss a curve ball, this life decision had no practice runs. I had to win. They say that when you ask for something you want through prayer, dreams, during…
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The Inspirational Bohemian Woman I’ll Never Know, Beatrice Wood
From the first chapter, I was transported backwards by 100 years to find a woman with the spunk and courage to show me how to live today. I don’t recall where I got the nudge to purchase Beatrice Wood’s autobiography, “I Shock Myself”, but once starting to read the book, I feel unfortunate I will…
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I Am The Warrior
The rule was simple. When you left home, you didn’t return. It was now five years later. I knew the answer would be no. The year was 1981. Everything I owned fit into my 1971 Toyota Corolla, including a cedar hope chest and my cat with seven toes on each paw, Abby Normal. I was…
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The Horse That Sold Real Estate
We thought we were at the right place, but a retired racehorse named Germaniac had different plans for us. One moment it was the spring of 2014 and we were moving into a brand new house with colors we picked and shiny new appliance packages with those yellow energy savings stickers slapped onto them. Three…
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When Real People Stand Still
I saw a picture of books laid out on a table in the way that bookstores do to promote latest releases or specific subjects. All the books on the table in the photo were banned by schools. I saw the picture as I was speeding by a social website. I no longer recall where. I…
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I Was Sprinkled with Hippie Dust
I was 11 years old when Woodstock happened in the summer of 1969. Now in the summer of 2014 I am still a hippie who misses not wearing a bra and songs containing full sentences. If you have ever ridden a horse with no bra, you know the risks I took. I knew the hippies…
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Chapter 59
“Once we have the awareness to see our own story, we discover there is another way of creating the main character.” I’ve tried on three occasions to be hypnotized. It doesn’t work. I analyze every sound and each picture that appears inside my mind is filed away as fantasy. It is two days before I…
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Building Love
In New Testament stories, Jesus was a builder. Regardless of what He was building, whether it was physical or theory or guideline, it was intended to work for everyone because He loved everyone equally. No matter where I went this year, I could hear the struggle and caution in their voices. Do they say, “Merry Christmas” or…