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SELF RELIANCE – ON BIRTHDAYS

Posted on April 12, 2020 by georgialeesays

(Reposted/ April 12, 20…) April 12, (year intentionally left blank) Today on my 61st birthday, I choose to be alone. I retreat to a cabin, deep in the North Georgia mountains wilderness. To contemplate the meaning of life. To contemplate the … Continue reading →

Posted in anniversaries, Atlanta, atlanta braves, baby boomers, baseball, beautiful women, bi-polar, birthdays, body image, caregivingelderly, childhood, DEPRESSION, Dying Parents, fathers, Food, georgia writers, hilarity, hospice, Love, love and death, MENTAL HEALTH, NAMI, Random Rant, spirituality, the beatles, The Beatles, writers, Writing, yoga | Tagged baseball, books, Children, college football, daughters, dreams, events, exercise, fathers, flowers, high school, humor, memories, money, mothers, nostalgia, PARENTS, poem, poetry, sex, spirituality, women | 3 Comments

OUR CHILDREN ARE NOT OUR CHILDREN…

Posted on June 9, 2015 by georgialeesays

Call me Saint Francis of Suburbia. My back yard is an official Natural Habitat. It’s easy. Go online, check off: Feeders, Water, Trees, and the like, pay $25 (yard flag) up to $100-plus (a bronze plaque) I went with the … Continue reading →

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READERS’ RAMP-UP CHALLENGE – WHO WILL JOIN ME IN READING THESE TOP 100 BOOKS IN 2015?

Posted on December 5, 2014 by georgialeesays

Dear Friends, Are you, as I am, reading less these days? In my youth, I read everything. And I mean hard cover books, full price – dozens a year. Maybe 1,000 total! I’m ashamed to say that this year, if … Continue reading →