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Did I Make This Whole Thing Up?
I record random quotes that people say to me. Some are profound—some funny. I wrote one down a few years ago from my niece, who earned her doctorate at Yale. Referring to a final paper she was writing, she said, “Sometimes you come to a certain place in your argument and you wonder, did I make this whole thing up?” I laughed so hard; you would’ve thought I was front row at a Jim Gaffigan show listening to his Hot Pocket segment. But sometimes I’m not laughing, because I need to know how to be a better wife. Sometimes when I’m offering advice, I feel like a fraud. I’m supposed to…
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Many Waters Cannot Quench Love
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. You’ve heard that, right? A man named Solomon wrote it in about 10th-century bc. Solomon was a king of the United Kingdom of Israel. He was and still is known for his great wisdom. His father was King David. You know – David from the David and Goliath story? Some family, huh? This poem is in the book Song of Solomon in the Bible and is interpreted in many ways. One way is that romantic love is invincible, and we can’t give up. But those of us who’ve been battered by love may see these as nothing but pretty words.…
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Rocky Road
June 2nd, 2021 is Rocky Road Day. Who knew? And who comes up with these things? But am I going to complain about a day dedicated to the eating of Rocky Road desserts? That would be a no. All the no’s! The Rocky Road dessert was first created in Australia in 1853 and referenced the rocky road travelers used to access the goldfields. The dessert was made of chocolate, nuts, and marshmallows and looked like a bumpy road filled with rocks and potholes. Later came the ice cream. Yum. What a great way to turn a rocky road around, right? Sometimes we encounter a rocky road in our love relationship.…
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Scratch That
I sometimes have a foggy memory. Sometimes I can’t always remember the details, the dates, or the story. This story, though, I remember. I remember everything. I remember because it’s when I knew that I was my husband, Bobby’s, priority. Bobby, is a Car Guy. How do I know? Well, let’s see. 1. He forms instant, unspoken friendships with anyone driving the same make and model. Two matching cars pass on the highway and suddenly he’s waving like they’ve shared Christmases together. 2. He knows every gas station within fifty miles that sells top‑tier fuel. And yes, he has opinions about them. Strong ones. 3. For him, a car isn’t…
