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Whatchamanoodle!

Whatchamanoodle!

Bea Louis I was reminiscing the other night about the good old days when I could devour spaghetti, penne pasta, and macaroni – all kinds of noodles.  The sauces were made with rich creams, oils and drenched in butter.  Rice…

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Snow Time

Bea Louis Some see the positives.  I see the negatives.  The kids are full of cheers.  I’m full of tears.  Kids say Snow Day.  I say back up Parkway.  They see the probabilities.  I see impossibilities. Oh, if only I…

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Get it in Writing!

Bea Louis My mother had seven brothers and no sisters.  So, every summer, her mother would send her to St. Louis to spend time with her Aunt Connie and Uncle Bill.  My mother had four sons and me.  So, when…

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Food Diary Deception

Bea Louis “You’ve reached your calorie intake for today.”  I hate to see those words.  Should I continue to eat and not write it down?  Would that be food diary deception? I am kind of obsessed with calories.  I know…

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