July 31, 2010
One day, when I was around seven years old, my mother took my brother and me shopping at Market Basket (a Southern California grocery store that operated from 1930 into the 1980s). My brother, who is five years older than I, wandered off to the pharmacy next door, probably to browse the books and magazines, as he usually did. I accompanied Mom into the market.
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July 10, 2010
One day as I was spending way too much time surfing Facebook, I stumbled into a friend’s page of favorite quotes. Some were pithy while others profound, but there was one that offered me the best advice for an interview I know I will have one day that I need to begin preparing for now.
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July 7, 2010
Years ago as I was moving out on my own, I had the daunting yet exciting task of purchasing my own bed — not a hand-me-down, but a brand new bed I had selected. I was beside myself!
So, I went to a store with a large selection of mattresses and tried out every bed on the showroom floor.
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July 5, 2010
Rodney R Fuller, circa 1985
For some reason, I’ve been thinking about my brother Rodney. He was born nine years before I was and as far as I can tell, my major caretaker when I was a wee lass. His nickname for me was “Poops” — I’ll give you one guess what I did to deserve that moniker.
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