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Watch Your Mouth
“Watch your mouth.” Growing up, I often heard this from my mom when she thought I was sassing her. Being disrespectful. Which, admittedly, I did. Quite frequently. Too many words and too much attitude. Entrepreneurs have taken Mom’s admonition and turned it into a card game: Watch Ya Mouth. Folks wear a mouthguard and have…
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Played Well And Still Lost–Am I A Loser?
Our family has soccer imbedded in our DNA. Over the weekend I had the privilege of watching two of the grands play in games that mattered. A lot. Not in the big scheme of world issues. In the competitive realm of sports for kids. Sydney competed for a state championship. Her team was new, first…
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Do You Really See Me?
Nobody likes to be pushed aside. Even for a great reason. Brooklyn, at two, has waited with great anticipation for baby brother Mason to show up. She’s been kind to him, giving him kisses when she’s supervised, holding his pacifier in his mouth under the kind eyes of her dad. She wasn’t prepared for the amount of…
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Hadn’t Considered The Cost
He finally came. With all the fanfare and audience participation expected for occasions such as these. Mason made his entrance into the world. Our pokey puppy of a grand took his sweet time. The doctor told my daughter Tiffany and her husband Ramsay at their last visit that she believed him to be a big…
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