For a number of years I have advocated shutting off the news, avoiding the headlines, and generally occupying life with the stuff you can control. Mostly because I myself could not take another lie from an out-of-control Trump lie or his line-up of spineless acolytes who would rather steal women’s control of their own bodies and become internationally know for corruption than stand for truth or humanity. (The average Republican must be in a state of embarrassment and denial that their party has been hoodwinked by such an inept commander, perhaps shamed to wear a heart so white?)
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Nine Cent Girl is 13!!!
Yes, 13! It’s official, Nine Cent Girl is a teenager, with all the audacity and dreaming that you’d want for your baby girl to envision for herself coming into the hard years. Not only is this baby girl, my little blog a teen, but this post passes over the 600 mark. It is with gratitude that I clear this monumental marker, realizing how many of you have been on this journey with me from the very start. Seriously, big thanks to all my readers. Your comments and nods have inspired me straight into this wondrous moment. Let’s share the cheer, for really, what is a writer without readers? So join with me, while I celebrate tonight, and please, please, enjoy this review of some of my favorite posts from 2023.
Celebrate those you Love
If you haven’t recently celebrated any of your loved ones, I would suggest that is exactly what you do before day’s end. Why? Well, for starters, this fleeting life might be reason enough, but I’d say there are plenty among us worthy of streamers and praise and song with dance as an easy flourish.
I will start off in joyous celebration of two birthday twins. Uncle and nephew born under the sign of Virgo who share a special day this week: it is who they are that I celebrate. Of course, there is much time for the little one to show his own divine self, however, he has already revealed a sweet disposition. As for his Funcle, well, to know that guy is to love him: I have yet to find anyone who would dispute that fact. He’s a true summer peach, a misty forest, a fireball and a velvet sunset rolled into one delight.


