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Last But Never Least
100 percent chance of rain. All day. And Florida cold–damp that cuts right to the bone. It was my daughter’s wedding day. The last of our six children to be married. The rain was a downer; the venue was about an hour and a half from our home. Most of those attending would be traveling…
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When The Armor Bearer Goes Home
We take notice when great people have died. Those who’ve aspired to positions of power and influence, who’ve impacted many with their presence. When good leaders pass away, we mourn nationally; we’ve lost someone we might never have agreed with or appreciated in life. Death reminds us of what is gone. What happens when a…
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When Chaos Is The New Norm
We’re quickly approaching the wedding day of our sixth child. The last to walk down the aisle. Details abound. Thankfully we have a friend who is magnificent in follow through. Where I lose details like it was my job, she sees those details come to fruition with a calm and steady demeanor that puts most…
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Get Ready; Get Set; No
It’s January, and in Florida, that can mean 80 degrees of warm or 60 degrees of damp cold. Northern friends grimace at the thought that I could freeze in 60-degree weather. It’s true. Three of my kids are now living in the cold climes. Where snow is expected and temperatures drop below freezing. My hands…
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