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Confinement Is A Dirty Word
Memories come flooding back. I’ve done this before. Soccer tournaments were a mainstay of our family for years. We’d drive all over Florida and surrounding states as well as fly to several so our kids could compete for medals and trophies that now gather dust in our attic. But when invited by my daughter to…
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The Pendulum Can Be A Pit
Growing up in the Midwest, winters were bitterly cold and snow was the norm. I loved being outside, ice skating, sledding, snowball fights. Shoveling snow? Not so much. In the evenings, when darkness fell quickly, my twin sister and I would play in our basement. Dad had rigged a swing down there–we had the space…
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Heeeeere’s The Kick-Off!
Football season is upon us. Games that used to be relegated to the weekends are now popping up throughout the week. It’s how I misplace my husband till the Superbowl is over. I do like the idea of football. Two teams working together to win a game. Everyone sacrificing life and limb on the…
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The Many Faces Of Joy
You know when you’ve got it. It’s not based on circumstances, possessions or possible activities. Those can all disappoint after a time. It’s centered around great relationships that you can count on. Those people who graciously provide satisfaction and delight with their presence that’s beyond what’s happening around you. True joy. It comes from…
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Pack It Up–It’s All Yours
The reason for going to California was stellar. Our good friends were celebrating the marriage of their youngest son. Showing up was important to us. The wedding was amazing. Scott and Melissa were the image of marriage excitement, not just wedding thrill. Leaving and returning become the wrench in the works. The part of travel…
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