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Gentle ripping and kind repair

"I got plenty of nuthin', And nuthin's plenty for me. I got the sun, got the stars, Got the deep blue sea. . . " -Gershwin Someone  ran off with all my stuff. A stranger broke into my home and stole my history.  Every thing of material value is gone. My computer. All my fine jewelry; most of it original to my Swedish grandmother.  A beautiful opal ring I purchased after the death of my mother.  All my pearls; a life-time collection. Losing valuables is like losing a piece of one's heart. At first I thought the loss was my fault.  I misplaced them, I thought.  Hid them under the bed, behind the couch.  Why would anyone target me?  The goods, I thought, had to be stashed right under my nose, and it was I alone who did the shashing. Anything else was unthinkable. The police confirmed the robbery.  My friends fussed over my vulnerability.  I clucked at their concern, and assured them I changed the locks, secured the windows. But when the shadows fell and

Not sweating the little things and other lies

I know. It's been a tough month. The Tea Party mopped up.  Sara P. seems in charge.  Obama and the boys want to play nicey-nicey and the other team is insane. And everywhere we turn the message is the same.  The recession is over, good times are coming, and the unemployment rate is the highest since the Great Depression. Crazy, huh?  So, what's a mother to do? I'm trying to keep my eyes on the prize. In times like this, my sanity is my first priority. When I was a younger woman, easily swayed by the tides of political prejudiced, I was often discouraged. No more.  I remember the words of my mentor, The Reverend Calvin Didier.  Cal once said, "Kristine, I'd worry about this calamity if I hadn't lived through the same thing three decades past." With age comes this kind of tender wisdom. So, if you're younger than fifty, take heed.  In the next decade you will begin to observe the following; Repetition of phrases you heard in your youth