a fresh take on the mind behind RFTM (aka Who’s this chick? redux)

My who’s this chick? page (AKA Meet the mind behind the blog…) snagged the highest number of views for both 2017 and RFTM’s lifetime, so I thought it might be a fun topic to revisit.  I know, I know…you’re probably wondering how I can “revisit” telling readers about myself, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned after two years of blogging it’s that posts can always benefit from a fresh look.

Boy, what I wouldn’t give for a closeup of my eyeball right now.  Oh, wait, I’ve got a phone with a camera!

Yep.  That’s not at all creepy.

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babysitter standards in the ’70s and ’80s

I was born on a crisp January day in 1971.  Well, it wasn’t exactly crisp out since my dad was stationed in the Philippines at the time, but you get my point.  I am, without a doubt, a child of the ’70s.

Flared pants and the Brady Bunch.  Fish fingers, banana seat bikes, and heading home by dark.  Bologna sandwiches on white bread and Kool-Aid, with Twinkies as a treat.

The ’70s weren’t just another decade; it was more like another world.

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That’s me, on the left. I hardly have the words.

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why my shorts don’t fit and other adventures in medication

I’ve been working with my doctor for about a year now on my breathing.  To say it’s been a long, slow process would be a vast understatement.  Vast in a “the Grand Canyon is a pretty valley” sort of way.

But I’m hanging in there ‘cuz, you know, that whole pesky breathing thing.  It’s not like I can give it up for Lent.

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Forever Family: notes for my 20-something self

Lately I’ve been thinking about my younger days.

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See that sweet face?  (Yeah, BrightSide, too.)  How innocent, how naive…ready to go along to get along, keep the peace, calm the waters no matter what.

Well, lately I’ve been thinking about what I’d tell that 20-something me.

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a year in the life

No one’s ever prepared to lose their mother.  Intellectually I understand nobody lives forever, but it’s one thing to know death is inevitable and another thing entirely to find myself walking the earth without the woman who’s loved me my whole life.  It’s a permanent shift in the universe.

Here are some of the things I’ve learned in 365 days without my mom.

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