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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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Anticipation Is Making Me Wait
I’m not a good waiter. Not a server in a restaurant. I think I could be quite good at that. I’ve got decent people skills and a knack for talking to just about anybody. I’m talking about the act of waiting. Not experiencing what I want to experience when I want it to happen.…
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A Work In Progress–Aren’t We All?
“It’s made of zip ties.” I looked at the picture Melody was showing me. A light fixture from the fun and funky store Anthropologie. There was no way I could tell it was made of zip ties. An inexpensive fastener made of nylon, these would become the parts of a hanging decoration Melody was fashioning…
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