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“Sometimes words are not enough

Making signs

I’ve been making signs since my “flower-child” days. …actually before that. My dad taught me how to make signs so the words wouldn’t run off the page. In 1966 I made many signs for friends who protested the Viet Nam war. We had peaceful protests, with signs that spoke our…

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Remembering my Dad

I remember my Dad as handsome, creative, steadfast & brave. Not necessarily in that order, but only good memories prevail. My Dad, William Herald Allbritten, born Aug. 3, 1922, (or on the 8th as my Granny declared till she died). So, we celebrated BOTH dates. Born in Sulpher Springs, Tennessee,…

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Chaos is (gulp !!?#!**?) not always bad

What’s happening in our world today seems to be a complete upheaval. But isn’t this the way to experience a new beginning? Don’t get me wrong. I am discontented with the planetary upheaval, just as you are: * Pandemic reality * Destructive weather patterns * Having no confidence in our…

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I just ingested Lysol

No, really!!! I am cleaning, organizing, throwing things out, giving things away. After all, we are in a pandemic, isn’t this what we’re suppose to do? On my list, for a long time, has been to clean out the gutters. Don purchased gutter guards and after they are emptied of…

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