By: Judy Forney
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SAND SIBLINGS By Judy Forney I’ve got a couple of girlfriends, one local and one back in Washington State, who each have a teenage son and daughter who at times… uhm… squabble. Recently I was chatting on line with the west coast girl. She’d HAD IT with her younger brother. She’d typed and sent me a list of “The Idiot’s” most recent transgressions. “You guys,” I clicked back, “need to try mixing a little brotherly/sisterly love in with the hate.” While I... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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Do you ever watch the news or read articles in the paper and try to fit your own life into the stories? I mean, I hunt for treasure in junk stores all the time, but I have never found a million-dollar masterpiece hidden under long forgotten Uncle Charlie’s self portrait. And what about sports celebrities who rack up incredibly high scores… even in their spare time? Wow! Well, recently I’d been noticing all the stories about folks having trouble with their homeowner associations or condo... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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I was going to write a column titled, “All I Want for Christmas is Three Young Men,” but before I could my husband and I went to Vegas and I cracked a tooth. (We also did a lot of things that were more fun, too!) (Oh, and the idea for the column had come to me before traveling… not after seeing a “Thunder Down Under” show.) See, the Forney Boys were all supposed to be in Florida for the holidays, and I figured on writing about all the fabulous things we planned to do.... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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I’m going to start this month’s column with a little personal but very public freak -out. I almost always begin monthly missives to you all with a bit of private fuss and fits. I never know what’s gonna pour out of my brain till the last minute. Most of the time, I’m sure that instead of finding words on the page, I’ll have… well… goo from exploding grey cells. Usually, behind the scenes, the conversation between my editor and I goes something like this: “Judy!... [Read more...]
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God and Zombies By Judy Forney When I was in the second grade our family moved and my new bedroom was a dream. It wasn’t a frilly-headache-pink-every-girl’s vision either. Nope, I had blue, nubby, silk floor-to-ceiling draperies I could hide behind and read by flashlight late into the night. I also had a bedspread sprouting bright flowers and mounded with button-tuft pillows I could throw myself across and cry into when my older brothers teased. I loved it. It was a very comforting... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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I picked up a magazine while waiting at the dentist the other day, and before the torturous hygienist beckoned me to her chamber, I learned something important. Did you know that fashions have gone completely bohemian hippy chick? The four-page spread I browsed could have been shot on Satellite Beach. Apparently, I’m lucky to live beachside because whether I might prefer shopping, clubbing, or strolling along the shoreline, a softly blowing, sea-sprayed environment makes the whole casual chic... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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Shhh! Don’t be alarmed, but I’m here to tell you that there is a secret society afoot in the Space Coast you should be aware of. Our members generally meet in the early mornings. Some arrive in spandex, sipping bottled water. Others, like me, sport baggy sweats and slug back nonfat mochas. All of us come in from the too-hot, or too-humid, or too-much-du jour that our weather can be around here and begin walking through the empty, echoing halls. Our reflections follow us, skipping silently from... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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‘I made up my mind in a split second. I had to have you. Hold you.’ The other evening it dawned on me that I was way past due for my semi-annual house cleaning. I dragged out the vacuum and hosed and bagged enough sand to reverse erosion along the beach a mile in either direction, then I got down to my favorite part of the job. I took all my “junk” off the shelves, lined it up on the kitchen table, grabbed a glass of chardonnay, some rags, glass cleaner, and Goo-Gone, then... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Or: Help! Aliens want our Gold and Silver Jewelry! My husband was out of town for a couple of weeks recently and I decided to re-do our master bedroom and bath. You know, new bedding, towels, and a general re-arranging of furniture and junk. It gave me something creative to do while the guy was away, with the added benefit that he’d be tripping all over stuff for a few days on his return. I guess what they say about payback is true. Anyway, during my furniture-shoving,... [Read more...]
By: Judy Forney
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We Won’t Get Tools Again Twenty-ish years ago after our youngest son was born, tallying our family up to its final five, we bought a minivan. Not only was it our first big vehicle, it was also our first brand new car. And the coolest thing about the huge grey beast was its cassette player. My husband has eclectic taste in music, but back then his eccentricities didn’t stretch to embrace children’s tunes. No Raffi, Barney, or Muppet covers of the Beach Boys would be played in our car. Nope,... [Read more...]
