April Neale 💛💙🇨🇦🍁🇨🇦

Booker/Features: Idaho Today, KTVB | Sunnyslope Wine Trail Comms | Member: CCA, TCA, AWFJ, Tomatometer® Critic 🍅
Nahant, MA. ☛ Boise, ID. & 91302 Survivor

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So, @duckclubboise - can we get @moniquemarvez back to #Boise

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Hypocrites! The Closetocracy https://t.co/dbluULtqle via @YouTube

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Just heard thunder in #boise

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Raised two in Cali, sounds about right.

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@RobOwenTV Mace can't figure out what audience she plays to anymore. But she's not wrong here regarding the Hillbilly.

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For families looking for quality wildlife TV, here is a printable guide to eight high-quality nature and wildlife series that can entertain, educate, and inspire viewers of all ages. By @AprilMac CLICK HERE: https://t.co/RYicq1M3AP

[Bronco Nation Updates @BN_Updates]

BRONCO NATION LIVE WASHINGTON STATE PREVIEW https://t.co/NRQY5JjXOK via @YouTube

[Justine Bateman @JustineBateman]

There is no Entertainment Business. It ended. What tries to cloak itself in this now is a Content Conveyor Belt Business.
The layoffs are in that business. Because it is grounded in a disregard for both the filmmakers and the audiences, and was founded in greed.

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The air around us can
harm the brain. Diesel exhaust and World Trade Center dust were rich in metals, while wood smoke was not, leading researchers to suspect that metals may make some forms of pollution particularly damaging to the brain.
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[Treefort Music Fest @treefortfest]

Calling all chefs, restaurateurs, and restaurant industry workers! Foodfort submissions are officially open! 🔪🍲

Whether you want to compete, share a wild service story, or talk about our culinary world, submit here → https://t.co/vCBu3QyRgo

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#Bunker preview https://t.co/JZnJICybuz

[Anthony Scaramucci @Scaramucci]

I’ll stipulate that Trump is an agent of Putin.

Go down the checklist.

1. Destroyed the Western alliance? Putin wanted that.
2. Threatened a NATO ally over Greenland? Putin wanted that.
3. Pulled out of the intermediate nuclear pact? Putin wanted that.
4. Withdrawing 25-40,000 troops from Western Europe while Russian bellicosity is rising? Putin wanted that.
5. Russian satellites giving coordinates to Iranians killing our soldiers, and his response is “they kill us, we kill them”? What American president says that?

I think he’s been compromised.

The election of Donald Trump may be the greatest foreign policy success in post-Czarist Russian history.

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#survivor @CBS @survivorcbs https://t.co/drUZopFd8x

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National Geographic's four-part docuseries 'Lion' follows a young lion from vulnerable cub to future pride leader. Also streaming on Disney+ and Hulu ... by April Neale (@AprilMac) CLICK HERE: https://t.co/zgFjvUSLnN

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@Variety Welcome to the party.

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[Michael & Rebecca @Michaeljos92972]

THE HORROR OF BEING LONELY AT SEVENTY.
by Michael Whelan

The cruelest part of growing old isn't knowing that life is getting shorter. It's wondering how much of it you'll have to spend without being loved the way you once were.

At seventy, loneliness is not simply an empty house.
It is a body that still remembers what it feels like to be loved.

God, how I miss being held.

I miss holding Rebecca's hand. The beautiful simplicity of our fingers finding each other without either of us giving it a thought. I miss cuddling in bed after a long day, feeling her warmth against me, knowing that whatever horrors the world had waiting, for that one precious moment, we were safe.
I miss someone telling me I look handsome.
I miss hearing those three ordinary, extraordinary words: "I love you."
And perhaps most heartbreaking of all, I miss saying them to someone who could whisper them back.

These are the little things we take for granted until death comes along and steals them.

For years, I cared for Rebecca as Parkinson's and dementia slowly took possession of the woman I adored. Cancer had already ravaged my own body. I was exhausted, frightened, and sometimes so overwhelmed that I prayed for one afternoon when nobody needed me.

Now I have more afternoons than I know what to do with.

What a cruel joke.

People think loneliness is about having nobody to talk to. They're wrong. I can talk to friends. I can laugh. I can attend a gathering and appear perfectly happy.

Then I return home.

Nobody asks how my day went. Nobody reaches across the couch to touch my arm. Nobody notices that I've put on a nice shirt or that I'm unusually quiet.

And the bed.

Dear God, the bed.

There is something almost unbearable about having an entire side of a mattress available when you'd surrender everything you own to feel someone breathing beside you again.
At seventy, society seems to assume our need for tenderness has somehow expired.
It hasn't.

My heart is seventy.

My need to be loved is ageless.

I still want affection, companionship, laughter, romance, and the glorious comfort of knowing someone is genuinely happy that I walked through the door.

I don't want to spend my remaining years merely remembering what love felt like.
I want to feel it again.

And perhaps that is what makes loneliness at seventy so terrifying.

I am not finished loving.

I am simply living in a world where the person who knew how to love me best is gone.

But love does not vanish just because the person who awakened it is gone. It remains in the hand that still reaches across the sheets, in the words that rise to my lips with nowhere to land, in the part of me that still believes tenderness is worth wanting.

So every night, when I turn out the light, my hand finds the place where hers used to be. I always tell her how my day went.

And for one aching moment, in the darkness, I am not only remembering what I lost.
I am remembering that I am still capable of love.
And perhaps that is not the loneliest truth of all.

Perhaps it is a promise.

The heart that can grieve this deeply has not gone empty. It is still open. It is still reaching. Somewhere beyond the silence of this house, there may be another hand waiting to find mine—not to replace Rebecca, because no one could, but to meet the love that remains.

Until then, I will keep getting up. I will put on the nice shirt. I will answer the phone, accept the invitation, sit beside someone who needs company, help other caregivers how to get through another day and let the world surprise me when it can.

I have lost the life I knew.

But I have not lost my capacity to live.

And as long as I can still love, still hope, still reach toward another human being, my story is not over.

The bed may be empty tonight.
But I am still here.
And here, even at seventy, is not the end.

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🤮🤮🤮A Woman Is Suing A Taco Chain After Finding A Cow Tooth In Her Order
Torchy’s confirmed the object was a cow tooth and said it came from the natural beef cheek used in its barbacoa.
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@Lulamaybelle OMG where is my guy? #want #GodzillaMinusZero @tohocinemas_m

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Do you think Elizabeth Holmes is innocent? Did 'You Can See Everything' make you sympathize with her? Yeah, I know the Theranos story so ... nah. https://t.co/6D11ueBY22

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Part of @netflix issues is that they never fully embraced the @OfficialTCA when we had in-person meetings & now many are suffering from lack of chatter due to the fact no one can keep up with all the series,docs and films. Old school press kits, mailers, fyc gifts worked.