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When Might We Expect You?
Mason is already a pokey puppy. Not even born yet, he’s bypassed his due date and made everyone’s schedules just a little more challenging. Big sister Brooklyn might be better with the wait than anyone else–she’s being gently though decisively dethroned for a new brother. She still doesn’t know what to expect. Tiffany is ready…
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My Hat’s Off To Whom?
I wish I had a hat head. I don’t. It’s rather large, as heads go, and I look foolish wearing them. My kids and the grands, on the other hand, look…well, grand in hats. As a child, my sisters and I used to get cute hats for Easter. We’d parade around like we were…
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Empty Wasn’t Eggs-actly Expected
Easter egg hunts are the stuff of dreams. Children’s dreams. filled with candy eggs, marshmallow peeps, chocolate bunny ears waiting to be bitten. The pursuit can be just as fun. Back-to-back egg hunts for the grands made for a sugar-filled weekend. The first with 1,200 of their closest friends, with eggs all over the lawn…
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It All Comes Out In The End
Having surgery is never a happily anticipated event, even if it’s going to make significant improvements to life. Having it when you’re ten weeks old is unfair. Cal was known to have issues with his bottom shortly after birth. His plumbing wasn’t hooked up the way it should have been. Problematic. Digested substances need a…
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The Need Hasn’t Changed
The nation-wide March for Our Lives and Palm Sunday happened a day apart. Same message. Saturday, March 24, students and their supporters around the country marched to protest the lax attitude of lawmakers toward gun control. The fear resulting from the massacre at Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School, where seventeen students and teachers were killed,…
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