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		<title>Expectations and Future Resentments</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2012 21:30:47 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hard to believe 2012 is on its way out. The meaning of Christmas certainly has diversified, but this is not the time for that subject. I was thinking the other day about one of my favorite sentiments my husband has uttered on more than one occasion through the years. ‘Expectations are nothing more than future resentments’. The thought immediately reminded me of one of our Christmases a few years back. Our girls always had specific items they simply had to have. I vividly remember reminding them to make their lists… 20 shopping days left until Christmas… if you don’t write it down, I won’t remember… no promises and so on. The glorious day of Christmas was upon us. The rule in our home is mom and dad get coffee before any chaos of paper tearing and box lids flying ensues. I have to confess, the kid in me comes alive with the anticipation of it all on Christmas morning. Our girls have had some awesome gift receiving years. That year was as stellar. However, that was the year I failed to give my husband my wish list. Imagine my horror when I opened package upon endless package of every supplemental [...]]]></description>
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		<title>“Experts”</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2012 20:02:20 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It occurred to me recently that there are a lot of experts who cover a lot of things in our society anymore. We have financial professionals who are passionate about being more expert than you or me when it comes to managing money. I’m too pragmatic to hire a financial professional to manage my hard-earned dollars. Anyone who knows me has seen how I am capable of stretching every last cent out of  ‘George’ before releasing that dollar from my grip. Lawyers elude me. It’s difficult to single out one particular Lawyer over another… Aren’t they ALL experts? Enough about people experts for a moment. How ‘bout those experts for our four-legged friends; horses, for example. Do you know there are experts out there who provide healing touch for those beautiful animals?  I’m particularly in awe of those whisperers who psychically communicate with animals. I wish I could do that. I would love to have had lunch and engaging conversation with Secretariat when he was alive… Let’s talk about trees. Imagine my joy when I thumbed through the yellow pages a few years after we moved into our home and found a ‘Tree Expert’. The reason for my quest was [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Words Matter</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Oct 2012 18:38:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of my all-time favorite comedians is Norm Crosby. His claim to fame is his constant use of malapropisms. To site an example of Crosby’s lingo, electoral votes are not electoral. They are electrical… I thought about Mr. Crosby recently when I was in a meeting outside of work. On a few occasions, one person caught my attention away from my doodling. It wasn’t due to the depth of the subject matter he went to great lengths to stand his ground upon. Rather it was his insistence that he wasn’t suggesting that everyone prescribe to his solution. While he hadn’t used a malapropism, his misuse of prescribe made me giggle inside my own head. I don’t recall the substance of his rant, but I cannot forget his misuse of the word prescribe. I must confess there have been many occasions in my lifetime I had done exactly what he did. I’m a proud person and can assure you when he misused that word; a conversation took on a whole new life of its own inside my head. I began to wonder if people reacted toward my foible as I had (and am) when he blundered. I’m not so off my [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Decisions&#8230; Decisions&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2012 19:22:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am constantly challenged with the virtue of learning patience. There are times when I genuinely get it (but countless others when my type ‘A’ personality intervenes because it will have nothing to do with the concept). One thing I pride myself on, however, is the ability to make a decision. My husband and I have two wonderful teen-aged daughters and have arrived at that place where their social calendars are packed most weekends and such calendars don’t have a lot of mommy and daddy time on them. We’re fine with that—gives us time to hang and home-body it up with each other. We are learning how to recapture those moments before children and are able to kick in our spontaneity meter more and more. Sometimes we’ll grab a bite somewhere on Friday nights after work and either take in a movie (or Red Box) to round out the evening. Red Box was the option Friday night. We have a location not too far from our home and it often seems to have pretty current titles. I had my own car and we arranged for me to stop on the way home. We decided (yes, decided) we were in the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Reunions</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Sep 2012 16:28:31 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿I had the glorious opportunity to go back to a place from my distant past recently. It was an amazing reunion in a gorgeous little ski town in the heart of the Rockies. I saw people I hadn&#8217;t seen in 25 years and to say we picked right up where we left off many years prior is an understatement. I have never gone to any of my high school reunions because while I had a great time in high school, the thought of going back 10, 15, 20 or even 25 years after the fact only to embark upon a weekend-long game of: &#8216;&#8230;how great for you that you are the president of your company&#8230; wow, can&#8217;t believe you won the lottery&#8230; that was your child who invented the cure for the common cold&#8230; how DO you stay so young looking&#8230; hmmm, you&#8217;ve done quite well for yourself&#8230; what&#8217;s that&#8230; you&#8217;re on your fourth marriage&#8230;&#8217; and it goes on from there. This reunion, however, wasn&#8217;t about how utterly fantastic one person had outranked the next. Rather, it was a time for friends I met after high school&#8211;a gaggle of eclectic sorts who had ventured out into the world as young adults [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Entitlement</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2012 15:46:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’m a big fan of spark words. It brings me back to my high school English classes when the teacher would task us to write something based on a word. It’s a great writing practice; especially when I feel the ominous writer’s block cloud overhead. Today, I chose the word entitlement because it has great depth and lends an endless valley toward interpretation. Sometimes my children believe they’re entitled. That’s what kids do. They are undamaged for the most part and have an idealistic belief that they were blessed to be on this earth mainly to receive. It’s a fierce battleground for parents and the greatest challenge both my husband and I face with our girls is keeping them grounded on the planet REAL. My youngest came home just the other day from school in a woe begotten mood. When I asked her what was wrong, she explained one of her friends was having an exceptionally tough day because her rotten stepmother refused to trade her iPhone 4 in for the new ‘5’. Imagine that!  My heart goes out to that poor child. She will be the bane of everyone’s ridicule as she walks the halls of learning with her [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Reflections</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 19:34:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[While I’ve often said I can find humor in anything, there is nothing humorous about what happened eleven years ago today—a time that has been tattooed in the memories of every American. Instead of taking such an egregious event and spinning up a moment of levity, I’d like to reflect on the many American lives changed forever in the span of an hour and forty-five minutes. I am an American and love my country. I love the freedoms I have, the comfort of choice and I will never forget where I was, what I was doing, who I was with and most importantly, the lives lost to such a hideous assault on my country. So in memory of the people on United Flights 93 and 175 and American Flights 11 and 77 along with the countless (and utterly unnecessary) losses from the Twin Towers and on their surrounding grounds, God Bless (yes, God bless) all of you. You are gone, but will never be forgotten. &#160; Diane LunsfordI am a writer. I remember the first time I said those words out loud, I had to say them a few more times before the concept stuck. That was over 25 years [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Where DO These Thoughts Come From?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Sep 2012 15:51:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It seems I’ve been reflecting a lot about the many jobs I’ve had over the years. What’s interesting is how my perspective has changed from then to now. I’ve always worked in an administrative capacity and have truly thrived in this arena. It’s given me insurmountable memories to write about. So I dug a little deeper into the recesses of my memory and something else occurred to me. Time and experience really does distort perception. Humor becomes a little darker and the situations lean a little further toward the unthinkable; again, all in the name of humor&#8230; Way back when I was a fresh-eyed, supercharged, ‘can do’ young pup, I thought about my first office job. It’s important to note that we didn’t have computers. Nope, I was an IBM Selectric kinda assistant. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t even an assistant. I was a secretary. That typewriter didn’t even have a correctable tape feature—that model came later. But boy did we have white out. The company was a real estate closing firm and it was my very first office job. There was a lot of paperwork and forms and one mistake segued into a white out painting extravaganza [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Look It Up In the Dictionary</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 29 Aug 2012 16:58:12 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sometimes I honestly believe I know what a dinosaur would feel like if he happened upon our 21st Century. This is not to say I’m as old as a dinosaur; rather, times have changed considerably when it comes to learning how to spell. When I was learning, there were two very clear processes in place. My teachers hooked me on Phonics and my mother insisted I ‘…look it up in the dictionary…’  Out of sheer frustration to the latter, I would fire back my stock retort, ‘…if I knew how to spell it, I wouldn’t need to look it up in the dictionary…’ She was a mom and therefore prepared.  She would return her volley with, ‘…sound it out…’ My kids were never hooked on Phonics. I tried, but their teachers set me straight early on, ‘…we don’t use that method anymore… you’re confusing your child…’  I remember one Christmas when ‘Santa’ bought our younger daughter her first Children’s Dictionary. She was so excited to have a new storybook. She insisted I read her stories from it every night at bedtime. I challenge anyone to come up with a great bedtime story beginning with the letter X. Words are not [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Scissors and Edible Paste</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 25 Aug 2012 12:47:40 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I recall my first day of Kindergarten and (sort-of) being sad that my mom was leaving me. When she led me by my little hand into that amazing new environment I forgot she was still attached to me once I saw my classroom and that bulletin board full of colorful cutouts. What really caught my attention, however, were the tables. They had a pair of scissors neatly placed at every seat, a vat of paste in the center and an endless mound of construction paper in every color. I used to love eating that paste whenever the teacher wasn’t looking. I have fond memories of singing ABC’s and reciting 123s. That was also my first exposure to Dick and Jane (and they weren’t anything like the movie “Fun With Dick and Jane”). I think teachers’ jobs were much simpler back then. A sense of urgency to insist on excellence didn’t seem to be the daily mantra. She was a master at allowing us to be the kids we were. Time marched forward, life sped up, innovation continued (and continues) to happen at warped speed and now competition is razor sharp. The bar is set higher and earlier with each new [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Empire State Heels</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 15:42:28 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It’s virtually impossible to find an old, reliable pair of 2” black pumps anymore—no frills, no fluff; just a pointed toe with a conservative heel. I am a slave to fashion and love to see a put together outfit that exudes there was some thought put into the end result. It screams confidence to the beholder. There are certain ensembles—like a gorgeous tailored suit, that just don’t have quite the impact when married with a pair of ballerina flats. I envy women who are courageous enough to step up into those sassy, twenty inch heels that seem to be procreating in all the shoe venues. Secretly, I thank them for taking one for the girls’ team all in the name of fashion. I simply cannot do it anymore. My feet revolt every time I challenge them to the notion. I suppose the only negative comment I have is (unless you’re a professional model), there aren’t a lot of women out there who have mastered the runway stomp when they wear those shoes. Most times, Herman Munster and that clunky walk he had come to mind. But I gotta say, they’re a fashion statement and those Empire State Heels sure do [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Sweet Justice</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 16:45:54 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[There is no greater feeling of justice than the one I get when accosted by an aggressive driver who has climbed upon my car bumper in high speed traffic when I have nowhere to go to get out of the driver’s way. The justice comes into play when the car jerks out from behind me, careens past me in a salute of the international sign of—well, figure it out; only to come to a screeching halt next to me moments later because the light has turned red. I admit it. I cannot resist the temptation once the light turns green to look his or her way. I blow a kiss and give a nod as I watch the vehicle jack rabbit off toward their next victim. Diane LunsfordI am a writer. I remember the first time I said those words out loud, I had to say them a few more times before the concept stuck. That was over 25 years ago and I still begin most days tasking myself to write something—anything as long as I keep paying the words forward. Humor plays an important role in my writing because a true writer needs a great sense of humor and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Give Her Back Her Jeans</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 00:37:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was thinking the other day about aging gracefully and what that means to me.  It reminded me of a women I worked with a few years back who was close to my age. We were beyond forty. She had two grown children and her last, who was still at home, was her high-school-aged daughter. She was an attractive woman and you could tell she took great pride in her personal appearance. Not one hair was ever out of place and her make-up always looked like it was professionally applied. She was also fit. We had that in common. The difference between her and me was our commitment to working out. I did it because I was trying to maintain the final remnants of what used to be a pretty rockin’ body (about 30 years ago). I still look pretty good, but I definitely don’t wear bikinis anymore. She, on the other hand, was never going to age. We all have our idiosyncrasies. What I couldn’t understand was her taste in clothes. Every day she rolled into the office with the most age-inappropriate outfits. I was convinced she did all of her shopping with her daughter in the junior section [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Do I Know You?</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Aug 2012 01:50:41 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[After living out West for several years I made my way back East to my roots. Boston was one of my bucket list places to live and work. A couple of weeks after I arrived, I connected with a recruiter to begin my search for work. My first prospect was with a company whose business was the furthest thing from my industry knowledge or expertise, technology. The position was for an administrative assistant and I knew I could do that pretty-much anywhere. MIT was in the company’s back yard and the owner had some connection with the higher ups over there. She had first dibs on some of the most brilliant people coming out of that institution. At the time, the internet was gaining serious traction worldwide and between the talent and product they were producing, everyone was reaping from the benefits in that place. The day I interviewed, I spent about an hour with the owner in her gorgeous corner office. The deal was if a candidate passed the test with her, he or she was in. Her office was amazing. It had a panorama of windows that looked out across the Charles River and beyond to the Boston [...]]]></description>
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		<title>I Brought You into This World</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2012 09:20:22 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Diane Lunsford</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Now that my girls are in their teens, I have salvation in knowing I didn’t damage their little psyches years ago. I say this because they do what most normal teenage girls do to their mothers. They challenge and test and question and snipe just as much as they tease you with their tender moments as well. They know everything and are wise beyond their years; again, because they are. BUT, way back when my oldest was nine and her sister, five, they looked to me for the gospel and truth. There was one particular night where they had pushed me beyond my point of no return. After countless ‘time for bed’ battles, I made a pact with myself that tonight there would be no trips to the kitchen for water… I have to go to the bathroom… I’m scared… and so on. I’d had enough and gave the proverbial warning that only mothers are masters at rendering. That seemed to do the trick. What I’d soon find out was that both girls were now in my younger one’s room. The troops were aligning. I have two older sisters so I know all about aligning. Growing up, my sisters and [...]]]></description>
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