Just About Perfect

When I was a little girl I thought my father was perfect. Most people did. If you asked Pete Manale to help you with something, you could be sure he’d do a bang-up job, whether it was hanging living room curtains with millimeter precision, fixing broken things or creating something decorative. Dad’s never been much […]

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Has Anybody Seen My Muse?

The sole purpose of this sentence is to transform this blank page into one with words on it. Whew! Now the page is not blank and I can move forward. Because, you see, I am alone at the keyboard today. My muse is missing. At first I didn’t realize she was gone. My corporate day […]

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