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Ode to George

Ode to George

I don't know if I've been changed for the better,

Because I knew you, I have been changed for good.

-Wicked-

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Second String Moms

Second String Moms

Mothers Day is fast approaching.   I could go on and on about my mother.   But today besides thinking of my own mother I am thinking about my 2nd String Mom.  Most people have one and most of us have been a 2nd String Mom to someone whether we know it or not.  An explanation is needed.  Kind of.  The 2nd String Mom. She is your go to female after your own Mom.  She has a very special place in your heart.  Over the years she has guided you, yelled at you, kicked your butt and loved you.  Just...

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Farewell to Sam the Candy Man

Farewell to Sam the Candy Man

I don’t really know much about Sam Mancuso’s life outside of when it intersected with mine.   I know that he was a salesman for Merckens chocolate back in the day.  I know he was a friend of my Grandpaps’s.  My memories are mostly of him when I was a child.  We would on occasion bump into him at my  grandparents chocolate shop or at their home.  Collectively my brother, sisters, and I were always delighted to see Sam the Candy Man.  And that is exactly what we called him.  We would jump up and down chanting "Sam's Here!"  "Yay!...

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The Little Black Book

The Little Black Book

To some it is just a book.  A simple black, tattered three ring binder.  To me it is so much more. This little black book is a treasure of memories.  Within it's worn, chocolate stained pages the story of a family unfolds.  As I leaf through it's pages I laugh, I cry and am overwhelmed with gratitude and love in my heart for this crazy family I call my own.   In the pages of this book I feel my Grandma, my Grandpap and my Uncle Dick.  This book holds the heart of my past.  My grandparents built the foundation of...

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Pumpkin Spice

Pumpkin Spice

It's happened you know.  Those little fall fairies that fly around sprinkling cinnamon, nutmeg and other pumpkin spice all over the place and into EVERYTHING.  You are just standing there minding your own business making caramel and the next thing you know everything smells like pumpkin pie.  You look around and you see it.  Little sprinkles of cinnamon and nutmeg dust.  The telltale signs that you have indeed  been hit by the pumpkin pie sprites.   I am sure this all started off innocently enough.  This life is full of "What if" moments.  We humans are a curious lot and...

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