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We’re In A Can Of Peas?
Not being a fan of traffic, I tend to drive home from work a way that’s a little longer. The green space I drive through, the fewer number of cars, decompress the inner tensions from the day. I breathe. One of my favorite parts of the drive is a road covered by a canopy of…
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Will It Ever Be Finished?
We expected our porch to be finished by last Christmas. Our kids would have all been home at some point between then and the end of January, and we looked forward to having space where all of us could sit together. Without crowding or someone standing. It’s still not done. When Mom passed and left…
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It’s Not All Puddles And Pleasure
We were fortunate. We dodged a big bullet. The Bahamas didn’t. The Carolina coast is now in the crosshairs of the weapon called Dorian. Waiting for Dorian to make landfall in Florida was an act of agonizing impatience on my part. Come do your thing and be done with it. Having the storm stall…
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He’s Coming!
We lived through Charley, Frances, Ivan, and Jeanne. It was 2004, one of the worst hurricane seasons in Florida history. Saturated and blown beyond what was comfortable. We’re set again to have a massive, unwelcome guest headed our way. We’ve no idea when or how he will show up, but we’ll know when he’s here.…
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Would You Like Me If You Really Knew Me?
John and I did a good deed. This past weekend, not only did we have our kickoff retreat, but our oldest daughter and her family were involved in a soccer tournament. Nine-year-old Isley would have preferred being anywhere other than a soccer field. Her skill set is more in the area of theater, dancing, and…
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