Fateful Intersections
I’ve lived decades. Not one life, but many. Sharing lessons hidden inside my mistakes.
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Guns! Guns! Guns! (opens the original)
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Turns out a cozy-looking cottage on the lake can also be a small-town armory with a dock. Subscribe nowWe were meeting our agent at this newly listed lake house one October morning in 2022. A listing we hadn’t seen before.Hubby and I drove through this idyllic neighborhood of only a few houses with well-kept lawns and no roaming dogs. A picture of peace.Then we stepped onto the porch.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" h
Seven Hundred Miles of Shoreline (opens the original)
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The SearchWe searched for a decade. Not casually. Deliberately and patiently, the way you look for something you’re certain exists somewhere and just haven’t found yet.<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height
Permit to Dream: The Wrong Survey (opens the original)
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Turns out building a lake house means negotiating with multiple bureaucrats who have never met each other, who think they can dictate what happens in your own backyard, independently.A backyard you spent 10 years searching for and paying for with your hard earned money. I’m documenting the whole ridiculous fight. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JJl2!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.c
Who Is George? Part 3--Holy Water and Broken Vases (opens the original)
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You’d think clock hands spinning was bizarre enough, but once again, we awoke to a mess<img alt="" class="sizing-normal" height="848.2888283378746" src="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!L_2S!,w_1456,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progress
Who is George? Part 2: Why is My Clock Spinning (opens the original)
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Everything I document here really happened. So many strange incidents around my house that cannot be reasonably explained.Most of the time, Hubby and I didn’t discuss the things that were happening: when something fell off a shelf without explanation or something else needed a repair. But instead, we would just joke that Ghostie was at it again.But nothing, and I mean nothing, prepared us for what we witnessed. It was just too bizarre.<a class="button primary" href="https://happicook.sub
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