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What’s Our Blanket Of Shame?
She doesn’t know the rules. She’s only been around for a week, so she’s still learning. The system is not hard, but it’s all new to her. She makes mistakes. Lot’s of mistakes. Gayle and John, my sister and brother-in-law, just adopted a rescued dog from People’s Animal Welfare Society. A little dachshund mix they…
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All In, No Hesitation, No Excuse
Watching kids of any age is a lesson in enthusiasm. Rarely do they hold back when they’re involved in something they enjoy. Adults often evaluate an activity before engaging, weighing value against time, cost and energy output. Is it worth doing? Kids don’t evaluate. They do. Passion translates into action. We had eighteen-month-old Sloane here…
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Old School Cozy; Old School Comfort
In an era of wonderfully scented candles and fancy candle holders, plain Jane candles don’t often–well, hold a candle to them. When John and I were dating back in prehistoric times, we had a little Italian restaurant we’d go to–a hole in the wall, quaint type of place–with red checked tablecloths and candles dripped over…
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Two Peas, Different Pods
Birth. It marks our entrance into the world. When two of my kids had children on the same day, it was cause, not only for rejoicing, but chuckles. Both are boys. One in Orlando, one in Austin, Texas. Miles apart birthday buddies. Babies are lots of fun–and lots of work. I typically think…
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How Big Is Our Table?
With six kids, we’re often in a place where we’ve needed to add another seat to the table. Friends would get invited last minute. People would still be around at meal time. John and I learned early that it didn’t matter what we served if we served it with kindness and an attitude of joy.…
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