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Category Archives: People

Talking to Strangers

Hi.  I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute.  No really, I’m only going to take a minute .  I want to talk to you about talking to strangers.   Read more of this post

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Bullies

Hi I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute.  I wanna talk to you about bullies. Read more of this post

Exes

Hi I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute.  I wanna talk to you about exes.  Read more of this post

Questions to Ponder at the Grocery Store

Hi I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute.  I wanna talk to you about the rules of grocery shopping. Read more of this post

Pass The Hat

I wanna talk to you about Pass-The-Hat.

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WristRocks

HI, I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute to talk to you about WristRocks. Read more of this post

Very Superstitious

Hi I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute I wanna talk to you about Superstitions.

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No, I can’t

Hi. I’m Marla.  Gimme a Minute.  I wanna talk to you about when you can’t say no, and when you can.  Read more of this post

How About that Gay Marriage

Hi. I’m Marla. Gimme a minute to talk about Gay Marriage. Read more of this post

The Purse

Hi. I’m Marla.  Gimme a minute to talk to you about a personal tradition.

Gearing up for the bicentennial, in 1975, store shelves were jam-packed with products colored to reflect and honor old glory. In 1975 I was still in high school, and wore as much of the colors of the flag as I could muster.  My wardrobe essential was a leather purse, dyed red and blue stripes with white stars.  It was trendy.  Ok, I thought it was.

Years later, an old friend from my high school days teased me about that purse.  I looked for and found it buried in the bottom of a forgotten box at my parent’s house.

Guess what she got for her very next birthday?

Years later, my friend gave the purse back to me as a wedding gift.  Shortly after that, she received it as a housewarming gift.  I got it back as a baby gift for my daughter, and she got it back when her daughter was born.  It’s been many years since that last passing of the gift.

This year, when the purse arrived in the mail, I’ll admit I got a little choked up.

There’s been a whole lot of history since this purse first made its way into my life. Both of us have lost both our parents, our daughters are grown, and hopefully, we have much better style since then.

But this purse is more than a purse….

It’s a hug.

I love you Jules.

Thanks for listening.  See ya.

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