Category Archives: Pot Pouri

All Aboard

Even as a preteen I immediately understood the romance and glamor of an overnight train ride. For a couple of years during the 1960s, my mother, my two brothers and I took the California Zephyr from Chicago to Colorado for … Continue reading

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Podcast: Just Hangin’

Hanging out, the fine art of doing nothing together. See companion Podcast on puttering (Pitter, Patter, Putter Perfect), the fine art of doing nothing on your own. Follow Liza Blue on: Share:

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Podcast: The Bra Strap

My personal history of the bra strap, from training bra, to braless, to basic piece of underwear. Follow Liza Blue on: Share:

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Naming Rights

I am currently trying to write a murder mystery, not because I have a great plot line in mind, or a deep roiling well of family dysfunction and tragedy to draw from, but mostly because I want the naming rights.  … Continue reading

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Podcast: Rendering Judgment

You know that expression, “being sent off to the glue factory?”  Well, this is what that is all about – the rendering factory. Follow Liza Blue on: Share:

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In Confidence

Recently I wrote about the continuum of hope, fantasy and delusion within the context of playing the lottery.  I realize now that I forgot to consider confidence, that extra added ingredient that can reset the continuum to the right or … Continue reading

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It Could Be You

Every day promptly at five o’clock, our two dogs rouse themselves from their relentless relaxation and trot up to Nick’s office to agitate for a walk.  At the very least, the dogs have a good sense of time, but I … Continue reading

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Now Thank We All Our Sphincters

Now Thank We All Our Sphincters Last week son Ned sent me a link to a blog posting with the note – “Mom, I thought this was funny – it seemed like something you might write.”  The essay was entitled:  … Continue reading

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Pet Peeves

I am currently spinning my way closer to another complete lap around the sun, closing in on the only birthday that is divisible by the first six numbers– a landmark event that should prompt reflection on the chaotic jumble of … Continue reading

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The Art of Relaxing

For the past 10 days around the Christmas holiday, I have been on a serious jigsaw puzzle jag, assembling 6 puzzles totaling several thousand pieces. I have put together two Amish farm scenes, fall in Vermont, a scene of colorful … Continue reading

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