Margaret's Musings
Margaret's Musings
In Praise of Late Bloomers
This was the last bloom of the season. I found it huddled next to the east side of the house. By this time we had
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Margaret's Musings
When Dreams Become Reality
I am a dreamer. I bet you are a dreamer too. I am not talking about the dreams that come to us in the night.
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JMJ
Do you have any guesses as to the meaning of those three letters? If you attended a Catholic school in the early 1960’s, you might
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Margaret's Musings
THE TWINS OF SEVENTH AVENUE
With the exception of ten years in the 1980’s, I have lived in the same house my entire life. It is the home that my
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Margaret's Musings
Fitting In
A few weeks ago, I attended an event where I didn’t know a soul. As I am a shy creature by nature, there was was
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Margaret's Musings
Words, Words, Words
In the movie, My Fair Lady, Eliza Doolittle says, “Words, words, words, I am so sick of words.” Don’t you feel like that sometimes? It
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