Would you like paper or plastic?

For some reason, the idea seemed to boggle my mind: I could buy anything I wanted from the grocery story. I walked through the small bakery area and tried to decide what I was going to get. I couldn’t stop looking at the display of cinnamon sticky buns. I still had on the little aprons …

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Planning my day off

I’m giddy with excitement. I’m like a kid on Christmas eve. Instead of getting up early and getting dressed for work, I’m taking a vacation day next week. In corporate speak, I'm taking a PTO (paid time-off) Day; in common everyday language, I’m taking a day off for me. Right now, I have absolutely nothing …

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Taking a snow day!

California has the sun. Oh the beautiful sun. Florida has the beaches. They’ve got Pennsylvania beat by a mile, but William Penn’s commonwealth does have one thing they can only dream about: Snow Days. I woke up the other day to  dreary skies and a forecast of several inches of snow and ice. Most of …

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Fast and furious and going nowhere fast

I know that I've written blogs on this topic before, but I just couldn't resist. ----------------------------- I let off the brake and moved my car a few feet ahead before braking again. A line of red brake lights, two-lanes deep, spread before me in the darkened horizon like a pack of ants crawling in formation. …

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A farmer, a car salesman, and a preacher walk into a bar

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and it's gotten me thinking lately about the road not taken: a car salesman, preacher, insurance carrier, farmer, and steel worker to name a few possible roads. These are all fine careers. When I was a kid, I couldn’t wait to get out of my hometown and make …

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Making a home a home: A fight over furniture & craftmanship

I turned the Phillips head screwdriver and I could hear my father in the back of my head. He would’ve hated the cheap feel of the table. He would have questioned if I had picked up anything that he had taught me. When my father was alive, he used to restore antique furniture. He would …

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When I grow up

The little kid stood back from the small table in the corner of the dentist office, where he’d been playing with a couple of toy die-cast cars, and told his mom that he wanted to become a veterinarian when he grows up so that he could help his friend Petey’s dog. He told his mom …

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