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"I just love those days when I can help other people feel like SuperGirl!"  Maggie announced enthusiastically through the empty paper towel roll that had been saved in the pantry for such performances as this. "Ya?" Mom said, "tell me about it!" as she busily continued cooking dinner for the soon-to-be arriving others, "and grab me a few carrots out of the fridge, please." "Do you remember that girl, Jane, from my high school days?" Maggie said as she moved toward the fridge to help out. "Not sure, hon." Mom said as she was given the carrots and quickly moved to put them in the sink for a quick rinse. "She was the girl who had it all together, Mom" Maggie said, "she was just always so perfect and self assured." "Oh.  Okay" Mom said, "so what about her?" "Three years ago she'd gotten into this unfortunate skiing accident.  Blew out her knee along with tons of oth

I've been a bird house collector for a while now; my fascination with them unconsciously started about a decade ago when I moved into this house.  The previous owners had left a basic one perched on a worn out post on the west side of the yard.  Tucked in amongst a scraggly, winter-barren grove of scrub oak trees, the weathered remnants of Barn Red had caught my eye.   I have this painting of birds.   The painting made me pause when I saw it in the store as I started to think about the magpies that fly around at home.  Edgy & irritable - always so vocal and persistent.  The imagery flying around in my head was mesmerizing.  The rough & tough vibe of what I was seeing in the painting was drawing me into their world.  The only thing not visible in the painting was their home.  Where was their retreat? They probably (want to) be in a place that lets them be themselves.  A place where acceptance and understanding is the norm, where beauty lives, no matter what.