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Mary’s Blog2024-06-10T18:21:47-07:00

Uncommon Political Common Sense Part 2

Serving as a Federal or State Politician is an honor, not a career. The Founding Fathers envisioned citizen legislators, serving their term(s), then going home and back to work. Do you know of any Politician who has actually worked at a job for more than 5 years? I think [...]

Uncommon Political Common Sense Part 1

Uncommon Political Common Sense I know that the title of this post is oxymoronic - with the emphasis on "moronic" - but why does it have to be this way? All your answers are flooding my Mac'Brain through it's wireless network. I know, it's the nature of the beast. [...]

I Love Dust!

Maui with the Boys Being the project oriented person that I am, I was walking past my television this morning, and tut tutting at the accumulation of dust on the screen which sported finger painted pictures courtesy of my two sons. A great sigh of frustration and discontent involuntarily [...]

A 10 year old…Seriously?

I am sick to my stomach. 'Outraged' does not even begin to describe my anger. I have a 10 year old son. Big, beautiful brown eyes, and a dimple when he smiles, which is often. I have a 10 year old niece. Freckles, fiery and all girl...who also plays [...]

Every Mom ~ Beginning

This is the first in a series of posts for every mom. She is in all of us as we share our heart at our core, and can all relate. This is just the beginning. It was nothing like I expected. For one thing, it was a lot messier, [...]

Tales from the Cross Walk

I can't believe it just happened. I smell rubber, hot asphalt and dusty, dry weeds.  My legs feel like they have been smashed into the pavement, and are full of needles  My whole right side is on fire, and I smell and taste my own blood. I open my [...]

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