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It's a Clip Show!

I found myself reminded this week of some of my favorite and most popular pieces of writing. Life couldn't get much busier these days so I use that as my excuse and apologize in advance for this post.  This, my friends, is a clip show.  

 I was thrilled to see Hello Grief re-post one of my pieces over the weekend. (I'm not the only one who uses reruns.) I have to admit that this is one of my favorite grief analogies, even though I practically tripped over it in the process.
I was also thrilled to read this Huffington Post article regarding Chick-fil-A's turnaround stance in their use of funds toward anti-gay initiatives.  My piece in Richmond Mom citing my thoughts on the subject last July was one of the website's top articles of 2012. This development gives me new hope for waffle fries in my future.  



My thoughts have also been on Downton Abbey this week.  I won't give away any spoilers for those still catching up but I related only too well to the plotline of the last few weeks.  There were many tears. Fortunately, Sesame Street helped to cheer me up.  That and the Dowager Countess.  She can make the toughest episodes easier to bear.  
Finally, in case you missed them, these were two of my most popular posts in 2012.  The first was on Father's Day in honor of my long suffering other half.  The other revolved around my birthday and thoughts on mortality.  

 New content will be coming soon. I promise!  What have you been thinking about this week?
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