Archive for Humor
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PUBLISHER’S CORNER
Wisdom Teeth By Eloise Graham Why are these back molars called wisdom teeth? Do we get wiser when they come in? Do we become dumb when they are pulled? A recent visit to the dentist, then the oral surgeon, had me pondering some of these questions as well as remembering my many hours spent in th...
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Just Saying…
Warming the Cockles of the Heart By Q.C. Jones Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages, allow me to place a public service weather report. January was cold. As I sit shivering, fighting hypothermia, frostbite, and brain freeze, I can hear the furnace of my circa-1870 hovel of an office struggle...
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The Science of Predicting the Future By Q.C. Jones As we move forward in January, I have been suffering flashbacks to my early childhood and my first conscious encounters with the launching of a new year. Thinking about one’s childhood is a strange phenomenon. While I am pretty sure I heard the ...
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A Pause for Poetry
By Gary Heath Poet in Residence for 50+ Lifestyles. Coffee Dawn Morning is here, the coffee is on, It percolates our dawn, soon the First cup is gone. And now the Second maybe, or even a third, And now maybe, coffee’s the goal. Oh how things get lost in caffeine, A standup stimulu...
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Just Saying…
Santa is real - Important Memories from a Small Town Christmas By Q.C. Jones Yesterday, while cleaning out my basement, I came face-to-face with a plastic tote full of Christmas decorations. In amongst the mishmash of frayed wires, and fragments of broken oraments, I spied an ancient Santa. He...
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A Pause for Poetry
By Gary Heath Poet in Residence for 50+ Lifestyles. I Am the Sea I am the sea. I roll in on waves from the Briny deep, salty to the taste in mouths Of swimmers in my tides. I have my Moods and currents, warm and cold. I Bring weather to the continents and fish To dinner t...
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The Ghosts of Turkeys Past By Q.C. Jones Nothing says November like the turkey. As a large part of my elementary education brainwashing involved dozens of exercises which revolved around this remarkable fowl. Scrounging around in that quite disorganized and junked up heap of memories called QC...
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Embracing Autumn
By Alana Callender The term autumn can be traced back to the ancient Etruscan word autu, which means passing of the year. It is my favorite time of year. In my childhood, shutting up the cabin for the season was a little sad, but what promise the new school year always had. There was the ritua...
