Talkin’ Bout My Generation   

by Beth Diane Bradley Accidents happen.  I know this for a fact because I am one. Meaning my existence was not planned, at least not by my parents. My family not only had the normal generation gap between parents and children, but we had a second one of 12 years between my siblings and me.…
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What I Learned From The Other Team

by Beth Diane Bradley Snips and snails and puppy dog tails – or sugar and spice. There was a recent conversation around the office water cooler about the pros and cons of sons or daughters. The consensus was that, if given a choice, more women would choose girls, more men would choose boys, and most…
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Musing About A Meal With Marley

by Beth Diane Bradley Many years ago, I remember practicing a song on the piano I’d been working on for quite awhile. My youngest son, Andy, who was 4-years-old, listened intently for a moment, and then said sweetly, “Mommy, I think you need a new piano.” As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Even though…
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Turn Write …. At The Stop Sign

by Beth Diane Bradley My son, Dylan, was in a school play in the 6th grade, and I still remember a conversation I had with one of the other moms.  She told me her son wasn’t chosen for an acting part.  His only job was to open the curtain, so she didn’t plan on going…
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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

by Beth Diane Bradley When people ask Dolly Parton how long it takes to do her hair, she tells them: “I don’t know, I’m never there.” Some days when I’m fixing my hair, I think about how styling tools and products have improved over the years. When I was young, I was allergic to every…
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