Marlene Ratledge Buchanen

Today was my physical. I swear I can’t win. I have been trying to give up sugar and gluten again.

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Marlene Ratledge Buchanen

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?”

“Well, it ain’t you, sister!
You look like a broken blister. Who told you long hair was flattering It only makes you old and shattering.”

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Marlene Ratledge Buchanen

What accent? ME?
No, you have the accent.

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Marlene Ratledge Buchanen

I do most of my writing in the sunroom. It is by far my most favorite room in the house. Until the weather is warm enough, I keep all my house plants in this room. I have orchids blooming most of the winter and greenery everywhere. The best part is looking out the windows. It is a six-sided room that used to be shaded by a 300-year-old oak tree. The tree was destroyed by Irma.

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Marlene Ratledge Buchanen

Well, reality has hit. James turned 37, and as we were celebrating, he informed me in 3 years he would be 40.

As his Mama, that was bit of a shock. I still think of him as 7. In 17 days I will be 70 years old.

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Marlene Ratledge Buchanen

It has been another one of those weeks. I have no social life, but my calendar is always full. This past week it was funerals and funeral home visits. Three services in two days. I noticed something about the women who were in attendance. The younger the females are, the higher the heels.

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