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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: The Last of His Kind.
Big Sis G with Tootsie on the left. Kids flocked to the Pied Piper of Bread. I like to work. I like what I do from 9 to 5, Monday to Friday. And I also like what I do outside of that window of time....
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: The Attic, Hunting for Treasure and the...
The box containing the letter from Jerry. I love treasure hunts. And finding things I thought were lost forever. There’s nothing like cleaning out a closet and finding some long forgotten gem. An...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: Baker’s Dozen – 13 Virtues from my Parents.
Ma and The Old Man pose in front of his birthday cake. Ma and The Old Man taught me much during our lifetime together. Some things were practical and intentional. Like cooking and cleaning up after...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter. It Smells Just Like Yesterday.
Certain smells always bring me back. Flood my brain with memories. Ones I thought were long gone and forgotten. I love it when this happens. It’s enough to send me on a scent hunt. Digging up...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: 12 Ways to Bring Heart and Meaning to...
I’m a lucky woman. I was born and raised in a small town in Northwestern Ontario at a time when career options were somewhat limited for women. Or more specifically, my vision for what I could be when...
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Diaries of The Breadman’s Daughter: Be Happy. Dive into the Deep.
I’m not much of a swimmer. I can dog paddle for very short periods at a time. Otherwise I’m too pooped to pop. Treading water escapes me. There’s a rhythm to it that I just don’t get. Mostly I just...
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