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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: January 2012
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For Life Story Writers. Wednesday, January 25, 2012. Remember the song from the movie Smokey and the Bandit? I sang it in my nightclub act back when it first came out. Loaded up and truckin'. We're gonna do what they say can't be done. We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there. Just put that hammer down and give it hell! Last line from another verse of the song). Which also became the first chapter in my book, Life with a Buckskinner. One good example of this dilemma is the presidential el...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: March 2012
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For Life Story Writers. Wednesday, March 7, 2012. Stepping Away from Team Politics. Throughout the Republican campaigns, I've been watching media personalities making references to "Team Romney." "Team Santorum," etc., and I'm thinking these knock-down political races are more like sports shows, with each team and the sports fans vilifying the candidates and each other. I'm a non-believer, but has politics taken the place of religion for me? I pass my passion for justice and equity on to the leaders who ...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: January 2014
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For Life Story Writers. Wednesday, January 8, 2014. The Last Chapter: Interviews with Maryann Whitesell. My generation is reinventing how to die, and Maryann Whitesell is leading the way! When Maryann was diagnosed with terminal cancer throughout her abdominal region in October 2013, the doctors told her she might have another nine months left to live. Anyone else would have been devastated with a terminal diagnosis, but not Maryann! The Last Chapter, Part 1, Interview with Maryann. Maryann asked that I ...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: July 2011
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For Life Story Writers. Sunday, July 17, 2011. Life with My Parrots. Yes, they're parrots. Carmen, my female African Gray will be 19 years old in November this year- somewhat young for an African Grey that could live 60 years, and Pookie, my male cockatiel, will be 18 years old- very very old for a cockatiel! A month after he returned and retrieved Carmen he said to me at work one day, "Oh by the way, what did you do to my bird? What's the matter with her? Nothing, but she howls like Wolf Man Jack! Lew n...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: April 2013
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For Life Story Writers. Saturday, April 27, 2013. The midwest winter day. Darkens and chills my home. To find reasons why to live. I light candles, room to room. But they don't light my spirit. When you get to this age. Life's a game of jacks. You throw the ball in the air,. And before it can bounce,. Life beats you to the grab. The jacks disappear,. A loved one here,. A body part there,. Your face in the mirror,. Disfigured with age,. Your bank account you couldn't save. Links to this post. I’d ne...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: June 2011
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For Life Story Writers. Wednesday, June 22, 2011. My sister comes to visit me tomorrow at my home in Florida. I'm excited! I've been cleaning house, washing clothes, cooking some meals, and getting the car she gave me serviced and washed. We'll have fun if I can manage to keep my behavior acceptable to her. Okay But I haven't been altogether wrong. I do feel and behave consistently and predictably like myself, from my internal view. But my poor friends! How can anyone put up with me? It's said Winston Ch...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: May 2014
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For Life Story Writers. Thursday, May 1, 2014. Letter to a High School Graduate. I wish you a happy, healthy life of enjoying every success as you define success. And I hope that along with your success, you grow and nourish a humble heart for the opportunities afforded you by the country of your birth; your nurturing, dedicated, gifted birth family; and your race, gender, and unique combination of genes and hormones, talent, and intelligence. So as a student, a son, a brother, a young man growing up, yo...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: May 2011
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For Life Story Writers. Tuesday, May 31, 2011. Forgetting is Still Funny! Seniors are stereotyped as memory-deficient bumblers. I've drawn my share of cartoons of seniors in phases of forgetting. Most of us have known seniors passing through the stages of Alzheimer's, a disease now recognized as an epidemic in this country. Our personal sadness and sense of loss of our friends and loved ones is emotionally difficult to handle, and finding the humor in a serious issue helps us to cope. A few minutes later...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: May 2013
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For Life Story Writers. Sunday, May 26, 2013. I run to the wheelchair and peer around to the front of it to see my mother, half-asleep, her face around her nose and mouth crusty and colorful with dried food. How long has it been since anyone even bothered to wash her face? And did they forget her after breakfast and leave her sitting in here all by herself? Mother," I say to her, trying hard not to sob. "I'm your oldest daughter. How are you? FIT's first computer, the OS6 was sold to her through the admi...
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Lady Nell's LifeSongs: February 2012
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For Life Story Writers. Wednesday, February 29, 2012. Life of the Artist. How can I know what my real personality is when I feel depressed for months and then suddenly, for no reason, feel very happy? My friend asked me this morning. We can't really know ourselves, ever," I answered. So if it's true that we can never know ourselves, how can we expect to know who we are as artists? What adjectives would you use to describe yourself? And I'll say to myself, "Sometimes.". What got me thinking about all of t...