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Warmest Regards

Saturday, February 13, 2016

The Wonderful Husband and I are just over 10 years into our marriage and we seem to be reaching the expiration date of some of the items that we received as wedding gifts. I’m not sure how the toaster and the bath towels know exactly how to give out at the same time, but they are not the only traitors who seem to want out of this relationship. At any rate, I am oddly sentimental about these gifts, as all of them came from cherished family and friends and I am reluctant to part with them.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

At a recent club event I went to with friends, my friend Lisa asked me to do her a favor. It was an easy favor to do.

Lisa asked me to sit with her husband, Larry, and to keep him engaged in conversation.

She told me her husband didn’t want to come to the luncheon because it’s too hard for him to make conversation with strangers. And, to him, we are all strangers, even though we are his wife’s close friends.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

See if you can tell what’s wrong with this conversation.

“How are you?” asked John.

“I just had back surgery,” said Joe.

“Oh, well I had my hip replaced last year,” said John. “It was awful.”

“Yes,” said Joe. “My doctor told me I need to stretch and exercise each day.”

“I had to go to rehab for weeks,” said John. “I still have trouble walking up stairs.”

Saturday, January 30, 2016

I just got finished reading a short essay I liked.

Lisa Kelly wrote the essay, “The Gift of the Ordinary,”based on a small snippet of life she glimpsed when she went to visit her mother in the hospital. At 84, her mother’s heart was problematic and doctors were working to stabilize it.

What Lisa noticed was that her mother and the other seriously ill patients weren’t talking about wanting a miracle to regain their health. Instead, they expressed longing for being able to do ordinary things.

Saturday, December 19, 2015

This is the time of year when one question is prevalent: What do you want for Christmas?

I know there are plenty of people in this world who can come up with perfect gift ideas without asking.

I’m not one of them.

Once my daughters no longer went through the Sears Wish Book to show me what they liked, I don’t know if I was ever good at gift giving. I do know that for me it gets harder every year.

My dear friend Linda once commented that if you love someone and live with them every day, you should be able to come up with some gift ideas.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

“You paint a rosy picture about how friendly people are. I do join church and community activities, but what I find time and again is that people are caught up in their own lives. They don’t take time to be friendly with others,” she wrote.

If I’ve given the impression I think people are basically friendly, that’s because I believe they are. I find proof of that every day.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

When my young grandchildren were asked to say grace while I was visiting, their idea of giving thanks consisted of seven hurried words: Thank you God for our food, amen.

I think each child had a contest to see who could say it the fastest.

I really hoped for more, at least at Thanksgiving, but I understood.

I understood that gratitude is something that grows with age. I also understood that most youngsters fail to appreciate the basic good things in their life because it’s not something they think about.

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Years ago I had a conversation with a heroin addict that I will never forget.

It happened when I was at a drug rehab facility in Wind Gap doing an in-depth story on heroin addiction.

The facilitator of a group meeting asked participants if I could listen, provided I promised not to put any real names in the newspaper. They were willing and candid throughout the session.

But after I sat listening to their stories for a while, one young man turned to me and asked if I was addicted.

“Not to a drug,” I told him. “Just to food.”

Saturday, August 15, 2015

By PATTIE MIHALIK

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When I was a kid, I lived for summer. Couldn't get enough of those warm, languid days filled with fun in the sun.

Now that I'm a big kid, nothing has changed. I still wait with great anticipation for the sultry, summer days I love.

I still lap up every delicious moment of summer, wishing it would last all year.

I like the fact that I live in Florida where we have a joke about our four seasons: Feels like Summer, Almost Summer, Steamy Summer and Still Summer.

Saturday, August 8, 2015

By PATTIE MIHALIK

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The Wall Street Journal ran a recent story that tickled me.

Even the headline would get your attention: First date in a nursing home.

The articles went on to detail an innovative dating service at Hebrew Nursing Home in Riverdale, New York.

Residents in their 70s, 80s and even 90s are going on dates again. The nursing home provides opportunities for men and women to meet at the home's riverside café.

If they hit it off, they can arrange their own future outings.