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I was in the Little Ladies Club in fourth grade with a fellow petite gal, Danielle. We’ve grown in years, though not in inches, and she now manages an Irish restaurant in Clearwater. O’Keefe’s puts on a big St. Patrick’s Day festival and Danielle pleaded for extra helpers on Facebook. Because I heard the moneyContinue reading “guinnessi.”

“Can I be blunt with you, precious?” “Sure, Grandpa.” “You need to find a man with some resources,” he said, looking off to the left. “That’d be nice, Grandpa. Maybe one of these days I’ll meet someone and it’ll just click.” “That’s right. It’ll click like it did with me and your grandma. But precious,Continue reading “tuesday with grandpa.”

Brother John got a dog in 2007 that dug her way into our hearts very quickly. Kendall is part black lab, part chow and she’s a whole lot of wonderful. Brother Greg is allergic to dogs so we didn’t have one growing up and we’ve all maybe been a little surprised by how much weContinue reading “the nameless pup.”

I told Grandpa my plan about Italy and he said, “Oh, I really enjoyed my time in Italy. It was a short time. But it was beautiful. There’s one problem with Italy though.” “What’s the problem?” I asked. “It’s full of Italians. And precious, I bet you’ll find this to be the case, too.”

A horoscope writer holds a lot of power. New relationships. Newly ended relationships. New jobs. Newly quit jobs. Even when the reader might not fully believe in astrology, horoscopes inspire or sometimes confirm what we want to hear and give us a reason to go through with something we might not have done before. TheContinue reading “freewill astrology.”

There’s really not much better than watching your twin get married to a bride that makes him impossibly happy. What a joy to walk down the aisle to stand near him while smiling at family and friends scattered about the pews of the same church our parents got married in. Katie looked like she walkedContinue reading “glowing groom.”

My dad saw an ad in the paper for a lecture at USF by Nicholas Sparks. He left it on the counter for me to see when I woke up at a crazily late time while getting over the jetlag. It was a free event where Sparks would give creative writing tips. We were surprisinglyContinue reading “nuggets.”