Here’s a prescription to get hooked on

laughter pillI have this cousin – Bill Poe is his name.  Well. He’s not really my cousin but we pretend we are – it’s a long story which I won’t go into here because I can’t wait to share a brilliant prescription he gave me this week – ostensibly to be used in annoying moments – but I’m finding it has multiple applications.

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Gone missing: A sense of wonder


For some time now I’ve had the sense that something important was missing. I checked and all my underwear is in place, my tires have been rotated and bills are paid up for another month. What could it be?

I changed my toothpaste, bought some bubble bath and toyed with the idea of quitting my job and moving to Nepal. But then I remembered I am retired and have no job. Does anyone know where Nepal is?

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Short by 358 black eyed peas?


New Years Day was almost a disaster but in the end it was saved by my neighbor and serial good fairy, Brenda Chambliss. .

Feeling nauseous and fluey from a stepped-up chemo injection on New Years Eve, I couldn’t face the fare I have consumed with religious fervor for six decades.  The black-eyed peas, cabbage and cornbread would have to wait.  Then, at 4 p.m. Brenda delivered a package containing all that and more.  There was baked ham and her special fruit cake made from crushed vanilla wafers right in the box.  I must get the recipe for my next book. Even fruit cake haters will love it.

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