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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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Holding Tightly; Releasing Eventually
It’s January 7, and our Christmas tree is still up. It’s not artificial; it’s very real. Was once very alive. We’ve had it since November 23–it’s been in our family room for over six weeks. The tree has lost very few needles. It’s quite green, with a wonderful fresh aroma that still fills the room.…
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It’s All About The Faces
Many are reflecting on what occurred in 2018. Personal goals reached; dreams realized; ambitions pursued. Or not. It would be easy for me to reduce my year to what I accomplished. To look at what I was able to do and evaluate accordingly. I’d be disappointed with myself. I’ve high expectations of what I should…
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A Picture Is Worth At Least Fifteen Words
Fifteen framed black and white pictures. All the grands. And an almost granddog. The kids made me cry on Christmas–always a goal. If Mom sobs, the gift was a hit. We have no pictures of all the grands anywhere in the house. The ones we had were outdated–the older ones were underwhelmed by their youth;…
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