Author: Karen Spears Zacharias

  • A Good Kind of Lonely

    A Good Kind of Lonely

      I was talking with a friend recently. She's moved to a new community, started a new job, is in a new relationship. To the casual observer everything looks hunky-dorey. Everything is hunky-dorey most of the time. But there are these moments - moments like[..]
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  • Dookyheaded Fraud

    Dookyheaded Fraud

      There I was, sitting in that red chair, the one next to the window where I can watch the finches feed, when the phone call came. It was 7:30 p.m. The yellow finch was at the feeder. It was a phone number I did[..]
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  • If Hell had levels …

    If Hell had levels …

      It's hot as blazes around here. That's what I told my buddy Charlie when he called from Boston. Just imagine shoveling all the snow in the winter, he said.  That will put it in perspective. I don't have to imagine shoveling snow in the[..]
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  • Spying: Who gives a bong?

    Spying: Who gives a bong?

      You might worry, too, if your last name was Zacharias. Did you see the report that the National Security Agency and FBI have breached the privacy of US citizens? Not surprisingly there isn't a Jones, Brown, Greene, or Smith in the bunch. But there[..]
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  • Mad Diva’s Meltdown

    Mad Diva’s Meltdown

      We all have these delusions about ourselves. Theses lines in the sand that we draw.  These: I would never  Not in a million years Over my dead body They'd have to horse whip me first  You know what's embedded in such remarks, don't you?  Yeah,[..]
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  • To expose or not to expose

    To expose or not to expose

    Those of you over 50 likely remember the Coppertone ad from our youth:   During its heyday, this ad was considered cute. Sweet. Humorous. But we were a different society then. Nobody owned personal computers. Social Media wasn't a phrase. Facebook's founder hadn't even been[..]
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  • We hex our children

    We hex our children

        During a recent visit to my grandson’s home, Pistol Pete invited us upstairs to his bedroom. He refused to take one step until we were all lined up and following him – Pa, me and his momma. It wasn’t his toys that Pistol[..]
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  • Dead Boy’s Devoted Daddy

    Dead Boy’s Devoted Daddy

    Editor's Note:  I will no longer be blogging at Patheos. This is my permanent site. Please make note. And, thank you for sticking with me all these years. has been my home for many years now. I'm glad to be back with a sleek[..]
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