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Old Dog, New Tricks
Our daughter and her husband are in a transitional phase, so they’ve moved in with us for a time. They didn’t come alone. Their dog, Barkley, a delightful Heinz 57 mixture of many sweet breeds, came with them. At eight, he’s mellowed and kind. And a bit set in his ways. This move was a…
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Seeking Identity In All The Wrong Places
It was crazy hair day. Mason and Callum had been encouraged to do something different with their hair. For the day. Preschool is a time of introducing new ideas, new ways of doing things, learning the value of the distinctive. Children rarely recognize differences; they see another child and they recognize someone like them–little.…
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It’s All Mine!
Birders in my state find excitement in the next viewed warbler, the first sighting of a raptor. The birds of Central Florida are many and varied and a delight to those who enjoy watching them. Several of my grands have become fascinated with our many feathered friends. So we did what every doting grandparent does.…
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What Lies Beneath?
The stump that reminded me of the living tree that once graced our lawn is gone. It’s been ground up, mulched, mutilated. It didn’t go quietly. Because of problems that cropped up with our 25-year-old tree, we had to take it down. Its stump looked sorrowful, a torso without limbs. It has left a bare…
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