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Here is an ironclad prescription for personal misery: Attempt to keep everything, every person, every detail, and every moving part of your life, family, job, health, or schedule in precise working order as you would have it, without modification. Demand total compliance without flexibility, adjustment, or concession and you can be assured of never having a minute of peace for the rest of your life.

Understandably, it is good to have a place for everything and everything in its place. But...


I had ordered all sorts of food in Peru. I had tried chicken with a side of beans, beef with a side of beans, alpaca with a side of beans, and beans with a side of beans. I was starting to feel like a human bean and decided it was time to see if I could find some American food. I expressed my feelings to others in our group, and they agreed.

We hunted all over Cuzco. Thankfully, most of the restaurants post their menus on their front window, and many of those are listed both in Spanish and in...


Dorothy Overholt and possibly the world’s largest quilt label on the back of the Victorian crazy quilt made by her grandmother Matilda prior to her marriage in 1890.

You make it-own it! I encourage quilters to label the quilts they make. Whether it is a quilt masterpiece or just a cheerful quilt for the toddler to lug around. Some quilters reject the idea on the premise it makes them look boastful, but from a historic perspective labeled quilts allow generations ahead to cherish them and the hands that made them.

Last week I had the pleasure of speaking to the Curios Antique Club members. Meeting hostess Phyllis informed the group it was fine to bring in...


One of the sweetest compliments I have ever received since I began writing came in the form of a poem written by a new-found friend. It warms my heart, and makes me more thankful for my circle of friendship.

WRITE (for Alyce Faye Bragg)
By Ross Fortner
Write, My daughter
Write of the life and love
I have given to you.
Write of the memories,
Oh, how sweet, and the bittersweet, too,
Of the life you have shared
With many other of My children,
On their walk through Life,
And coming to Me.

Write, My...


There is an old story about a monastery that fell on hard times. Once it had thrived, but over the years it had become so decimated that only a few old monks were left living in an even older house. People no longer came there to be nourished spiritually and only a handful of the brothers shuffled through the cloisters.

Deep in the monastery woods was a little cabin where an old rabbi occasionally came to fast and pray. No one ever spoke with him, but whenever he appeared the word would be...


"Sanctimonious siphons, it's hot!" said Dud, sitting at the philosophy counter and turning over his coffee cup for action with a single smooth move. Dud is a regular at the Mule Barn truck stop's legendary world dilemma think tank.

"Epithet time again, Dudley?" said Doc.
"Epithets and heat time, Doc. When that heat comes along, the only thing that can really change an attitude is a properly tuned epithet. It's man's emotional release valve, but of course you know that, being a doctor and...


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