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I will find love, just not for a very long time, according to Tarot cards. At first, I was indignant. How could Tarot cards know when I'll fall in love? It seemed definite, final. That I was told the cards' predictions aren't forgone conclusions didn't help. The cards just show what will happen if I continue down the path I'm currently on, the reader explained. Still sounded like doom to me. No way am I doing anything wrong, I told myself. It's guys and their historical penchant for being, well, too dumb to realize I'm here....
You know how it is: It's easier to complain and wallow in self-pity than to play up the good things in your life. In the midst of wonderful occurrences and people in my life, I found myself harping on the negatives the other day and being a grouch. So I decided to try keeping a "thankful diary" for a week. Yes, it sounds like an idealistic thing to do that won't accomplish anything in reality, but experts say that writing down even just one positive thing a day in my life will make me happier over time. I t s e f f e c t i ve...
If something catches my eye when I'm driving around, I'm one of those people who erches to a stop to explore. No joke: Sometimes I read historical signs on the way to and the way back from destinations. I also tend to ask people random questions. Go figure, with my being a reporter and all. It's amazing what you can learn about the area from old timers who, while laughing on the inside at your ignorance, are founts of information. People had told me about the bar for months, so a week ago, when I drove past the Cleveland Bar,...
I've never been one to opt against wearing family jewelry. It's a trait that drives my mother crazy. Her worry is that you could lose an earring that belonged to your grandmother and never be able to wear the other one again. Wearing a piece of precious jewelry knowing the risk of losing it exists is somehow desecrating your grandmother's memory. However, I stand a little straighter when I wear the Saint Christopher medal that was given to mom when she was young and smile whenever I hear Grandma Knight's bell earrings from...
After jumping into a pool of ice water during the Polar Plunge Saturday, someone gave me a hug and told me I'm their hero for doing it. More like crazy, was my response, but the truth of the matter is: I'm not a hero ; Special Olympics athletes and every other person with developmental disabilities are the heroes. Yes, the water was cold — think cubes of ice falling out of your britches — but the knowledge that the athletes will be given the chance to participate in different sports year-round was plenty warming. The hea...
When Havre's 8-year-old Grace Gibson died Thursday, she took with her the hearts and the hopes of her family and friends. The loss of a child is beyond measure, the cruelest loss of all. But for Grace, the story is not over and her memory will prove a blessing for many others who might have shared her fate. Grace died of leukemia, an all too common disease among children. She had fought bravely against her cancer. Her energy and optimism were undaunted by doses of chemotherapy, and she was an inspiration to those around her....
"I met someone who makes me incredibly happy," I want to shout from a rooftop. But I can't quite bring myself to do the same thing on Facebook. Most of my friends already know that I'm seeing someone. So what's the big deal if, oh, let's say, 250 people who I only marginally know are informed about my new source of joy, too? All I have to do is change my personal status to "in a relationship." Simple. Or not: What if he doesn't change his status? Will they judge us from the outside? Will it jinx us? I went so far as to bring...
Note to self: jump out, not just down. If you need proof of the importance of that universal fact — newly discovered to me, too — just look at the raspberry on my rib cage. Why was I jumping in the first place, you might ask. Good question, and one for which I have no sensible answer. Indeed, I asked that question myself about halfway down when I realized I had time to take a second breath. My guardian angel must have been getting whiplash from shaking her head on my logic for this one. I wonder if she knew ahead of time wha...
Grim expressions, snippy answers and a pervading sense of lethargy attest that the doldrums of winter firmly grasp the plains and their inhabitants. Talk of spring meets with an initial uprising of joy, quickly squelched by the knowledge that February isn't over yet. A vague sense of claustrophobia hovers like a personal rain cloud. Good news brings on better moods, but then I step outside, and my nostrils instantly freezing together deflates my newfound happiness. Slipping, and usually falling, bursts my bubble. Snow...
During my undergraduate days, when I grew weary of formulating serious responses to the question of "What do you want to do with your life," I had fun making up answers. They ranged anywhere from "starving poet" — I did attend a private liberal arts college — to "Nobel Peace Prize honoree." "What do you want to do when you graduate," would come the question from an unsuspecting victim. "Do you really want to know?" the response from me, followed by an eager nod of a head from them. "You have to promise not to laugh." Ano...
