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Sep 15, 2021

We are all flowers in someone’s eyes

At work, I park near a vacant lot that is littered with debris, trees and the occasional burst of color.

Last week, I noticed that in addition to dozens of chaotic and prolific small yellow flowers, there were a few pale purple blooms.


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Sep 8, 2021

Twenty years later we still remember 9/11

It doesn’t really matter where I was 20 years ago Saturday, because I wasn’t in the Twin Towers or the Pentagon or flying over Pennsylvania.

But any American old enough to remember that day, remembers where they were when they heard what was happening, when they saw the images on television.


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Sep 3, 2021

A precious reminder that other worlds exist

Last week, I had the pleasure of sitting down with Brian D. Rucker of Milton who knows everything – and I mean everything – about the history of this area and, really, the entire Panhandle. It was fascinating.

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Aug 25, 2021

Change comes when it’s ready and we always adapt

I hope to be much older still before I’m done, but I have already lived long enough to hold several worlds in my hands.

First, there was my childhood, where we played outside, slapped at mosquitoes and ran freely back and forth to neighbors’ houses without our parents worrying if we would make it there safely.


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Aug 19, 2021

Have your opinion, stand your ground but still take care of others

Like many of us, I had packed away most of my masks, stopped dousing myself in hand sanitizer and savored the freedom of being vaccinated. I had hoped that the worst of the pandemic was behind us.

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Aug 11, 2021

We will not live forever, but our trash will

Growing up in what is now a bursting-at-the-seams Chicago suburb, I lived next door to a cottage without indoor plumbing.

The cottage had been the goat shed of the homestead in our rural area and, as children, we were fascinated by its primitive plumbing.


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Jul 14, 2021

Remembering to play is never a bad thing

Once in a while, I remember to play.

What came so naturally to us as children is less obvious to our aging adult bodies and sensibilities. We have been conditioned to focus on dignity, task completion, responsibility and worrying what people will think about us.


Jun 30, 2021

Saying goodbye to seconds with every breath

It seems several lifetimes have passed since I sat in the grass on the side of a hill in a small community outside Rockford, Illinois, watching fireworks with my boyfriend.

I was 17, about to head off to college and had no idea what the next decades would bring.


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Jun 9, 2021

We can all do more, be more and move past gender barriers

For the last nine months, I’ve been immersed in the worlds of Navarre and Santa Rosa County.

It’s been fascinating and challenging to understand the smaller community of the area stretched along U.S. Highway 98 and the county, which includes everything from high-rise condominiums to agriculture.


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Jun 2, 2021

Florida life is as good as advertised

I grew up with snow and ice in the winter, the smell of burning leaves in the fall and tulips popping up in strange places in the spring, along with a sea of mud.

The summers in Illinois were warm enough for swimming and boating, as long as you chose the right day of the year and the right time of the day.



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