I sat in disbelief as I heard the jury’s verdict read today declaring that Casey Anthony was not guilty of the death of her 2-year old daughter, Caylee, who was dumped by the side of the road like garbage only to be found months later. I was stunned but no more stunned than when I…
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Marcel Proust wrote in The Remembrance of Things Past, “when nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice…
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For those old enough to remember comedian, Jack Benny, he insisted on remaining 39 years old on stage despite his actual age. Some women today still coyly respond “39” when asked their age. Well, they probably wouldn’t if they lived in Afghanistan. The number 39 is a big no-no in Afghan society. According to a…
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When he resigned earlier this month, I thought, with “certitude,” that we’d heard the last of lawmaker Anthony Weiner’s texting, sexting, lying, denying and whining, but I was wrong. Just when I thought is was safe to go back to Twitter, I read that he didn’t have a current registration sticker on his Nissan Pathfinder. …
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Summer of 2011. Gas prices are high. Unemployment is at record levels. Consumer confidence is low and the threat of inflation is just around the corner. While millions of regular folks are battling their own economic problems, cancelling vacation plans and unable to get away even for a weekend, it was comforting to learn that…
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While “Bush Derangement Syndrome” has subsided in the psyche of the left since the President left office, Palin Derangement Syndrome has risen. As the presidential election of 2012 looms, even though no one knows whether Mrs. Palin plans to run, I would venture to say that the left is now suffering much worse with, what…
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My parents had me and my brother late in life (but not by today’s standards). When I was born in 1951, my father was 46, my mother 38. By 1960, my father was a widower raising an 8-year girl and a 10-year old boy on his own. As a child, I adored my father and…
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Anyone who’s ever read my posts knows how much I hate government waste. The only thing I hate more than the government hemorrhaging money is the lack of oversight and accountability to the taxpayers. I work for my husband so I don’t have to drug test. But think of how many millions of workers have…
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