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I have been running and cycling all over my neighborhood during the summer months and nearly getting smooshed in the process. Cars, motorcycles, other cyclists, and even walkers don’t expect me to come around a curve or to pop over a hill. There have been a few near misses. While they need to be aware of their surroundings, they also need to ditch their developed sense of expected future. Don’t we all? |
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I have an inordinate love for books. Any genre, any era—so long as the story is well-written I’ll read it. I dug up an old book at a yard sale the other day and believe that it, like other books, fostered the beginning of blogs. |
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I did something the other day that went against nearly every fiber of my being. It contradicted all my training, went against the things I love, my very upbringing.
What was my heinous crime? I took old books to the dump. Now the librarian assured me that they would be recycled. And yet with a wink and a nudge, the head of the dump said: “Oh, sure, sure, they’ll be recycled...after they've been burned.”
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I regret moving to a bad neighborhood where thin, talented, organized mothers who are also athletic, prowled the suburban streets and aimed to make all mothers in their path feel inferior.
--Erma Bombeck |
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Keep thy tongue from speaking evil, from speaking guile…
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