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Is There Ever Enough?
I stared at the improbable pile of drinks. Dr. Pepper, Root Beer, Bubly, Polar, Ice–more drinks than John and I could consume in a year. They’re not for us. We don’t drink soda. We do, however, have a parade of grands and their friends that come through here daily to choose what they will imbibe…
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Who Do You See Now?
I’ve worn glasses since I was in the fifth grade. I finally got contact lenses in high school, but I hated the “four-eyes” moniker with the ugly glasses I had. I avoided glasses for a full year by borrowing the pair of the boy who sat next to me. Seeing, even at a young age,…
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Beauty Is In The Full Palette
Schools have begun in various iterations around the country. Virtual, face-to-face, and a hybrid with a little bit of both. The adjustments are much different from years past. But when you’re two and a half, and this is the first day of school ever, it’s a whole new adventure. Cousins Callum and Mason are only…
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Wheels Don’t Make The Deal
Right before John and I got married, he’d purchased a new car that was sleek, had a monster engine, and could hit speeds I’d never driven before. I know because I used to drive that car to the school where I taught on country roads. I hit 110 miles per hour. What a rush. Years…
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A Little Dirt Goes A Long Way
Other than Girl Scout camping in cabins, I’ve been real-life camping only once. We lived in California at the time, and a few friends invited us on a three-day camping trip somewhere in the San Bernardino mountains. We had five kids, ten and under, and no equipment. Folks lent us tents and other essentials to…
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