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It’s not money, but sex, that makes the world go round

A friend sent me an email this morning saying she felt like a woman again after having a wonderful night with her new beau. Another friend sent a text message asking if it was okay to just bypass dinner tonight with her date and get down to business. After a day of being swept in one thousand directions, I drove into the parking lot and my neighbor was sitting on the curb drinking an Abita…

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Madonna is not in the room

Hoping the Voodoo Fest does something for the gris gris that is floating around these parts – everyone seems crotchety, including me. Take this simple exchange – it’s a bad habit of mine to care more than I should – so today when I voiced my concern about someone and the response was “okay mother” – “blech” was all I had to say to myself. I’ve never liked the idea of women who mother men…

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My best man

D, who was my best man at my wedding many years ago, writes me from the trenches telling me he is spending too much money looking for Mr. Right and so he has decided to budget himself till the end of the year – I don’t know if he is referring to men or money. I went for a run this afternoon and the LaLa was humming – the siding is almost finished on the…

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A rainbow for you!

This morning I took the Bean out in the pitch dark of morning to walk around the bayou. We made our circle near General Beauregard’s statue and were headed back when the sky broke into this scarlet gauzy red. Awestruck, we crossed the Friendship bridge and as we were making our way back to the Can, a rainbow peaked out from behind the clouds and suddenly grew more intensely visible and wider stretching all the…

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Let it will be

My truck has been held hostage by the slow Veterans Ford who discovered that I had all sorts of rocks and debris in my rotors on my brakes. Meanwhile, I rode my bike to E’s and we had a good fun session. I told her I don’t feel in control of my emotions and she laughed. Duh, you can’t control your emotions, she said. Well I want to, I said. And she laughed again. I’m…

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