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These days, the concept of a family dinner has bitten the dust. My grandkids graze rather than sitting down as a family to eat.
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In so many ways, the senior living experience was a reincarnation of middle school. Men caused major mean girl issues, even for women in their eighties and nineties.
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My first paycheck, and many meager ones that followed, taught me to respect people who work hard but earn little -- something to think about especially on Labor Day.
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Most successful people follow their dreams and achieve things that bring great meaning to their lives. For a very few, lightning will strike and they will become famous. But for most, the satisfaction will come from a job well done and a life well lived.
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Disaster struck. My thesis had vanished. The computer had eaten it and refused to spit it out.
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I have come full cycle from the days when the umbilical cord of my old kitchen connected me to my friends. Like my parents before me and my kids and grandkids, I now avoid long conversations. They cost me valuable time.
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I get why Facebook can be a good thing. Like my mother, I love seeing photos of folks I know (although not so much their food). It’s fun to discover an old friend and learn about the latest news from a friend or relative I don't see very often. It is an interesting diversion as well as a way for me to get my blog posts out to folks who want to read them. But in the run-up to the 2016 election and after, Facebook has become something else: a place to spew hatred and divisiveness.
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Fifty years ago, on February 19, 1968, one of my personal heroes, Fred Rogers, launched his children’s show, Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. The PBS program, featuring a kindly man in a cardigan and blue sneakers, introduced millions of young children to the concepts of patience, kindness, acceptance, and caring for their neighbors. 1968 was the beginning of a frightening time that felt much like life does today in 2018. Perhaps this is why people weep at showings of Won’t You Be My Neighbor.
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The Family Dinner Bites the Dust
Prompted By What We Ate
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All the Single Ladies: Going Back to Middle School in Your Final Years
Prompted By Middle School
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My Summer Job – Hard Work for a Very Small Paycheck
Prompted By My First Paycheck
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Fame is Not the Same as Success
Prompted By Fame
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My First Experience with a Computer was a Disaster
Prompted By Disasters
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Lines of Communication
Prompted By The Social Network
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Why I Love/Hate Facebook
Prompted By The Social Network
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1968: The Year Mr. Rogers Neighborhood Began
Prompted By 1968
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