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You Don’t Know What You Have If You Won’t Open It
My husband is on a mission. Get our garage cleaned so we can use it as a garage. For a car. We’ve talked about this for years, but it’s never gotten past talk to task. Neither of us is great at follow through. Decision making about throwing or keeping is a huge endeavor. And when…
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The Sweetness In Brokenness
Who doesn’t love to smack a pinata? The idea of taking out frustration on a paper mache figure filled with candy and being rewarded for efforts of aggression is so darned satisfying. The older you get, the stronger you become, the harder you can hit. The quicker the desired results. Sweets. We celebrated Ryken’s birthday…
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So You Think It’s Worth It?
I’d just finished up one meeting and was heading into another. I was dragging, struggling to focus. Limp and overwhelmed, like an overcooked noodle in a pool of Alfredo sauce. Yech. I walked toward the appointed room, and there, before me, like an oasis in the desert or a McDonald’s after eating a month of…
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Six Excuses (Reasons) Why Cleaning Is Futile
There are some people on this planet that enjoy cleaning. I don’t know why, but there it is. Folks who, no matter what time of day or what day of the week, will open their door to a surprise visit with no hesitation. Because their home is spotless. My two sisters are quite good at…
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Did I Say That Out Loud?
“Having a hard time walking?” I’d just tripped–again–and made a rather remarkable recovery. “No. I’m fine. Just fine.” Snark was oozing out my pores. “Could be those shoes you wear all the time.” My husband pointed to my soccer flops, my go-to footwear on any given day. Comfort is a high value for me. Satisfied…
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