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Simple Comfort

Posted by on Sep 17, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

There is a two-letter word that provides the Dose comfort…“we.” The significance of “we” became apparent thanks to a person you would least expect…a real estate agent! Between 1993 and 1995 I worked with Cathy, my real estate agent, as I changed houses. It was two long years of showing my house and bidding on others. This whole process was extremely emotionally draining, but the word “we” provided me unexpected comfort. Cathy would call me up to inform me that “we” didn’t win the bid …”we” didn’t have anyone at the open house. Being single...

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The Life Cycle of an Apology

Posted by on Sep 3, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

When I was growing up, mother required many things from the Dose… doing chores, practicing table manners and, my least favorite, saying, “I’m sorry” when necessary. That last activity took much coaching from Mom. Today, my conscience illuminates my Mother’s teachings… there’s a clear cycle of life with the act of apologizing. Opening Act The act of apologizing starts with me even if I’m not 100% to blame. Act 2 Once my conscience has identified the target – the person negatively affected by the Dose – the confession is made. Whether I convey,...

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The Head-Shoe Connection

Posted by on Aug 20, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

Flip Flops Wing Tips Loafers Black Pumps Sneakers Let’s face it, these shoes are associated with specific articles of clothing. Flip Flops…. T-shirt and shorts Wing Tips…. Coat, tie, and slacks Loafers… Button-down white shirt and khakis Black Pumps… Talbot’s classic ladies’ suit Sneakers…. Sweat pants and oversized sweatshirt Flip flops and their associated “dress” are made for the beach and other causal summer activity. With their openness and minimal restraints, the design of these shoes says “relax.” If worn to the office, your feet may...

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Me vs Champagne

Posted by on Aug 6, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

“I have five fingers… each different, all needed.” This was my mother’s response to my question “Who’s your favorite daughter?” Of course I wanted to be the one, but favoritism was not part of my mother’s DNA. Growing up with such a mother, the Dose follows suit… no one is my favorite sister, favorite friend, or favorite colleague. My eye is quite keen on who’s the favorite of whom and I definitely know when I’m favored. It does feel quite nice but when I’ve been the un-favored one, well, it’s down right disheartening. Favorite, favorable,...

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The Green-Eyed Monster

Posted by on Jul 22, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

There were two similar tricycles in the yard: 2-year-old Ray was on one and 3-year-old, Nshaun, was to ride the other one. Can you guess which one Nshaun wanted? Yes, the one Ray was riding. And when they switched, can you guess which one Nshaun then wanted to ride? Oy vey! This behavior is not unique to little boys. “I want theirs” are three words spoken out loud or inwardly – maybe even in prayers – as an adult. Yes, the Dose can confess to such thoughts but not any more. What extracted my green eye? Reality! The green-eyed monster is a...

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Heart Holes

Posted by on Jul 6, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

It was a hot, humid afternoon in July and the man at Starbucks was ordering hot chocolate. If this request didn’t get the Dose’s attention nothing was going to. The dialogue began. “Interesting order,” I stated. His response… “Something has to fill in the potholes of my heart.” Just as potholes in the road are visible corrosions from the elements, I imagine that, in the human heart, potholes are corrosions from the emotions of life. And, like potholes in the road, heart holes certainly cause damage if you don’t see them nor address them. My...

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Be Smart – ASK

Posted by on Jun 21, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

We both wanted the same thing… my purse. Looking at him you wouldn’t expect him to want a woman’s bag, but then again, what should a mugger look like? If the Dose had only known that busy main street Baltimore was a scene for a crime, I would have placed my handbag over my shoulder. People were walking to and fro, and cops were directing traffic. Swinging my bag with the rhythm of my walk amongst the crowd of people, it all seemed as safe as the streets of Disney. Then the war began, the tug of war. A man came up from behind me and attempted...

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Looking Around, and Around, and Around

Posted by on Jun 8, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

Better vs Worse Smart vs Dumb Successful vs Failure Comparisons… they are simple to note, effortless to state, easy to make as a habit. We all make comparisons – my child is better than yours, my spouse is more accomplished than yours, and my house is bigger than yours. Come on; let’s not be so foolish. At some point, we can be on the receiving end of such comparisons as well. Problem – there will always be someone smarter and more successful than me…but that doesn’t mean the Dose is a dumb failure. NO! And certainly, I trump someone else in...

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Will We?

Posted by on May 27, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

Where there’s a will there’s a way. Interesting how the word will sounds so much like the word we’ll. You know where the Dose is going with this one… my will to achieve sometimes requires a “we’ll” to accomplish! My will to purchase a house required a real estate agent, a mortgage broker, and a group of family and friends to encourage me. My will to lose weight was supported by the members at weekly Weight Watchers meetings, plus my sister and personal trainer who sat by their computers every Thursday night to read about my weigh in. My will...

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Lessons from a Colonscopy

Posted by on May 6, 2010 in Uncategorized | 0 comments

Colonoscopies don’t receive favorable reviews hence the Dose delayed the inevitable… the routine colon cancer screening procedure. What prompted the Dose to finally complete the test… integrity, walking the talk, peer pressure, and just plain common sense! Anxiety was my constant companion the day before the test but more so in the hospital’s preparation room. This anxiety resulted from the hospital gown adorning my body and the IV running through my vein. You see the Dose was held captive, helplessly sitting in the passenger seat of this...

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