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Jan Carlberg

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Seeds for Thought

My mind said, “Steamed fish with butter and herbs” but my heart (emotional not physical) cried, “Steak and potatoes.” Steak won. One deep breath and taste transported me to DeKalb, Illinois, age nine. It happened Sundays after church. We walked into the parsonage and…

September 29, 2022
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Queen For A Day

For more than twenty years, Queen for a Day, captured many women’s hopes. The show applauded Cinderella tales of woe, first on radio in 1945 and then on television until 1964. As a child, I remember hearing the audience yell, “Yes!“, to Jack Bailey’s…

September 21, 2022
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TALKING TRASH

Well, not the trash talking some do to distract or demean during a game? I’m talking about folks who pickup our trash. Imagine if the garbage of our lives just piled up outside the door? A while back, sanitation workers went on strike in…

September 15, 2022
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Soul Food

Well, I’m back from North Carolina. We love each other, so the weekend with family came and went too fast. And yet I’m full of soul food, and I’m not talking BBQ, sweet tea and fresh coconut cake. Laughter, sharing and caring fed my…

September 8, 2022
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Remember When…?

School started in our area this week. It’s been awhile since I attended school. Officially, decades. As for learning, I’m still curious and teachable. I hope. Although, sometimes strength masks as a know-it-all-stubbornness in me. Like one of my collection of coasters reads: “Sorry!!!…

September 1, 2022
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What a Wonderful World!

She did it again! We weren’t in the car two minutes when Poco asked me about what songs to sing at my funeral. I gripped the wheel, bit my tongue, then said, “How about, ‘Over the Rainbow?'” I know I’ve written about this before…

August 27, 2022
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Following a Deeper Clock

Once upon a time, time took its time. Now, some days I feel the sand rushing through the hour glass of life. Fewer grains on top, the bottom almost full. I fight fear, until I take a deep breath and recall, “My times are…

August 24, 2022
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Picnic Sundays and Baloney Sandwiches

Yesterday was our annual church picinc. It was a beauty, after several days of high heat with humidity to match. Folks brought their best salads, desserts and appetites. Kids and some adults brought swimwear to enjoy the backyard pool in Levon and Cathy’s yard,…

August 15, 2022
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The Unexpected Jesus

He paced the median strip, while cars idled at the red light in Revere. I was on my way to pick up my granddaughter, Lily, at Logan airport. So happy she was coming, which is part of why you haven’t heard from me since…

August 7, 2022
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Hall of Famers

While the Red Sox fought for the bottom of the division, Big Papa entered the baseball Hall of Fame. On a beastly hot day, thousands travelled to Cooperstown to see one of theirs, a son of the Dominican Republic and a Red Sox lifer…

July 27, 2022