Randomness from Cape Maybe…

    I am so behind with posting, and I apologize to you all. It’s a busy time of year, and we’re still in renovation mode, but it bothers me when I can’t find time to write. Since it’s been a while I feel the need to give you some randomness from Cape May. We’re still adjusting. It’s a much slower pace, for sure, and we’re still in city mode. We first heard of ‘Cape Maybe’ when we had contractors in and out daily. No one was ever on time. The plumber was three days late once, and didn’t even
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The Duffy Chronicles Continues!

    “How did you become an artist?”     I’ve been asked this question many times. I never had an answer, because I was in denial. “I just have an ability to draw or paint, I guess,” would be my lame response. And, I meant it. I never went to school to study art, although my senior year in high school was comprised of a government class, and four art classes. Art was my refuge. Mrs. Ellis, the art teacher, was wonderful. I felt I belonged in her classroom. Then I took about twenty-five years off to raise my
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We’ll Have a Blue Christmas Without You

  When you grow up in chaos and dysfunction, you crave normal. Normal meaning the opposite of your life. That’s been my experience, and what I’ve worked very hard to achieve. The winter holidays, Thanksgiving and Christmas, were not traditionally the same, year to year, in my life. When I was very young there were feasts, at my grandparent’s house, on Thanksgiving. Christmas was dependent on the ‘daddy du jour’. Some were fun and some were frightening. When I met my future in-laws it felt like walking into the middle of Leave it to Beaver. I began mentally taking notes.
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Save the Holidays from Corporate Greed!

  We are two months in our new home, and we love it. We loved it the moment we laid eyes on it, and even more now. Hardly a day has gone by we haven’t put our mark on this house. It’s what we do.   I remember, once, Dave’s dad asking, “Why don’t you just buy a house you like?” I think he was awed by Dave’s skills, because dad could barely distinguish a hammer from a screwdriver. You see, my husband was born with a suitcase full of renegade genes. He could not be less like his father,
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Domestic Abuse Includes Many Types and Victims: Scott’s Story

  As we reach the end of Domestic Violence Awareness Month, this year, I have one more story to tell. It’s not always women being abused.     Scott’s Story: This is about our neighbors, when I was fourteen years old. I had just been returned to my mother and step-father after running away with my brother. If you are new here and haven’t read that story you can click the links here: My Brother/ my son  ;  Part 2;  Part 3;   The end   My step-father went to great lengths to make my mother happy, after he agreed to
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Seat of the Pants Cooking, Part 2

    Late yesterday I realized I had no idea what I was going to fix for dinner. I would like to say that’s rare, but I’d be lying. I wrote a post, a while back, called ‘Seat of the Pants Cooking’. It kind of explained how I approach recipes. Not all, but quite a few of them. Let me explain. If you’ve been cooking for a long time, and you enjoy cooking, and you LOVE the cooking shows on TV, you develop the nerve to ‘go rogue’. Meaning, you are brave enough to watch or read a recipe and
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Elliot’s Story, #whydidshestay

    It is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I believe the more we discuss it, write about it, and share stories, the easier it might become for those being abused to get help and get out.   This is Elliot’s story…   When my uncle fell in love he fell hard. Everyone was surprised, and a few were skeptical. She was ‘an older woman’, a divorcee, and he was nineteen. Being only eleven years older, he was more like my big brother. I was jealous, at first.   I soon learned what a wonderful woman he’d found. She was kind,
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Randomness from Cape May

I used to say, “You couldn’t blast me out of the city of Philadelphia.” Then, one day, leaving the city made all the sense in the world. Even though I rarely feel my age I do think, on some level, our internal clock knows when it’s time to slow down and smell the roses. As I sit here in my beautiful, newly renovated, kitchen and look down the hall and out the front door to this… I feel so blessed. We haven’t had time or energy to go out much, with all the work continuing in the house, but we
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The Cape May Adventure Continues…

    It has been quite a while since my last post. Let me explain what’s been going on around here…   If you’ve been reading my blog, for even a short period of time, you know about our move to Cape May, NJ. When you’ve moved as many times as we have, it should get easier but, unfortunately, uh, no. And, to complicate things, we sold two homes to consolidate into one.   It was a perfect plan. Sell the house in the city, move into the beach house and put it up for sale, then find our ‘forever’
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My Experience with Domestic Violence, Prompted by Janay Rice’s Story

In light of the Ray and Janay Rice saga playing out in the press, I wanted to share my personal experience with ‘Battered Women Syndrome’, ‘Domestic Violence’, whatever you care to call it. I am constantly amazed nothing has changed in my lifetime to protect women, and sometimes men, who are unable to help themselves when being abused. It’s an embarrassment to our justice system. In some places, right here in the USA, a man can get 5 years for abusing his dog, but never spend a minute behind bars for beating the shit out of his wife.   Here’s
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