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“Don’t wash my dishes! I need to wash them myself. I wash them every night at midnight and they help me remember my day.”  My friend and mentor about all things important told me that one night after drinking bourbon and chatting about love.  She was 80 when she told me about the practice of washing dishes at midnight.

In August, 2015 she died a peaceful death after 95 long years.  She believed in story-telling, in questioning your values and finding humanity in everything that comes along.

She wondered and as she got older her mind wandered, her musings profound and entertaining.  This blog collects stories about people, events and this strange world we live in, honoring Mrs. R.

Enjoy!

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