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Have Shneezles, Should Not Travel
John and I’ve been waiting forever to get away alone. The previous ten months have been a jumbled collection of too much travel, multitudes of appointments, a plethora of conversations that have filled both our lives. Busy has become a way of life. Everyone’s busy these days. What we’ve done, however, is made life outside of us…
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Heat, Humidity or Humble Happiness?
It was 110 degrees when we arrived. We’re in southern California for business, and I wasn’t ready for this. Having just left the high heat and ridiculous humidity of Orlando, the Palm Springs’ sauna experience took my breath away. I went from moist with shades of green to dry with variations on brown. I saw…
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The Revolving Door Of Family
You can tell who’s around the house by what clutter is on the floor. There’s always something. Last week, we had soccer cleats, dirty socks, books and whatever paraphernalia it takes to play Fortnight. My oldest daughter and her family of eight were camping at our place while their home was being repaired. The fumes…
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This Cup Continues To Overflow
In case anyone has been hiding under a rock, the World Cup is being played in Russia. The beautiful game’s new iteration–minus the U.S. We didn’t make the cut. It’s been fun watching the games with no horse in the race, so to speak. It gives me freedom to cheer for the underdogs. And the…
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The One That Didn’t Get Away
Dad loved to fish. He also loved to tell a great story. Fishing was Dad’s method of getting away and decompressing. Having learned as a boy on a small farm in Texas, he’d find time and a place when needed. We’d accompany him on occasion. None of us were ever true fisherman, but watching him…
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