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Home Is Where My Luggage Is–Now
After a couple of months of my personal Rocky Mountain high, we’re back in flat and humid Orlando. Home. For the past two months, I adapted to higher climes, drier weather and scenery you can’t see in our Sunshine State. Waking up to cooler temperatures, different flora and fauna and less space was…
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It’s All About The Journey
After eight weeks of preparing for and having our conference, it’s family vacation time. We’re all ready for a break. We’ve rented a large house in Breckenridge–all 23 of us have a bed. We’ve been playing, cooking, relaxing together for a few days. While here, we needed to do what mountain people do. Hike. If…
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Did It Make A Difference We Were Here?
The conference ended. All that was needed was to wrap up final details. Pack it all up. And leave. All that was needed? Packing up the stuff and clutter of thousands of people is no small task. Preparation had lasted weeks, getting final details just right. Working and reworking specifics. Only to pack it up in…
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They Tried To Tell Us The Party Was Over
Endings are a mixed bag of tricks. Some are anticipated with excitement. End of school. Made it through the dentist appointment. Others bring a sense of sadness. Whatever might have been happening was so wonderful you’d hoped it could go on. An incredible thrill ride. A long-awaited vacation. It was sad to see this conference…
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I Thought I’d Taken Care Of Business
My voice has dropped an octave. If I didn’t feel so lousy, it’d be amusing to rebrand who I am with my new vocal chords. The conference has begun. And I’ve got a worse cold than I did weeks ago. Rivers of yellow snot flow from my nose. My throat is raw. I sound…
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