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Memory #32: People who change your life part 2
Late last spring, my very dear friend, Chris, a university professor, approached me about consulting on a research project he was thinking about taking on. He wanted me to work as the project manager for a cross-country research initiative for a combined scientific and humanities project, pioneering changes in the agriculture community. Without delving too…
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Memory #33: Two blue lines
It happened quite by accident, even if it was on purpose. After the miscarriage many months before, my body was not cooperating. My cycle was wonky, my temperature (which I was charting) was all over the map, and well, I had little hope of conceiving again. My husband living out of town limited our window…
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Memory #34: Diagnosis
I have always liked the phase, The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. – Aristotle The pieces of anything, whether it be a set of Lego, ingredients for a pie, flowers for an arrangement laying on a table, or the soft fleshy pieces of a person, are only the that – pieces,…
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Memory #35: Life, love, and marriage
Online dating is now the norm. Twenty-five years ago, it was not. Meeting people online, way back then, was odd and people wondered what was wrong with you if you had to resort to that to meet people. However, that is how I met my husband and having recently celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary, it…
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Memory #36: People who change your world part 1
A lifetime ago, I worked for a research and development firm designing laboratories. I interacted with really smart people on a daily basis. I learned all kinds of science in all kinds of fields. Engineering, life sciences, oil and gas, agriculture. I worked on labs of all shapes and sizes for all kinds of purposes.…
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Memory #37: Blind date… Do-over?
Have you seen the movie “Groundhog’s Day”? In the movie, Bill Murray relives the same day, over and over and over again. It is a nightmarish comedy that he cannot escape. He learns to play the piano, learns about the town he is stuck in, gets to know his coworkers, saves the townspeople. While it…
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Memory #38: Control theory
Did you know I am evil? A terrible, wicked woman? Out to ruin and corrupt the lives of men? I did not know this either, but this is exactly what my former mother-in-law firmly believed of me. I was nineteen turning twenty and new to the city when I first started dating my former husband.…
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Memory #39: Little boys & bugs
“Boy Mom” – it is a special job, being a mother to a son. There is an old nursery rhyme that goes something like boys are made of snakes and snails and puppy dog tails, the opposite of girls being made of sugar and spice and everything nice. I remember when I found out he…
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Memory #40: Moments
In 2014 my husband and I went on a date. It was a dinner and movie date; except we couldn’t decide on a movie. Too early to go home, we decided to go look at RVs. We had had an RV for six years, selling it in 2012. We had always intended to replace it;…
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Memory #41: Soup!
I love soup. One of my early childhood memories is enjoying a bowl of beef barley soup made by my grandmother. I remember her house in the city. It always smelled fresh and clean and a bit like lavender. The kitchen table was brown, and the chairs were a cream vinyl, the counters were arborite…
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