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Forgive Doesn’t Mean Forget
photo courtesy of Felix Koutchinski on Unsplash Have you ever had someone in your life who seemed to enjoy holding a grudge? Where any wrong done to them was a reminder of your humanity and frailty? My mom couldn’t let go of the wrongs done to her. Her memory of pain imparted by others was…
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Old Becomes New
It’s been two months since our bathroom was demolished. The bathtub didn’t hold water, the toilet leaked (it was as gross as it sounds), and the sink was no longer connected to the countertop. We’d saved for this–everything was thirty years old, and the truth is nothing is made as well as it once was.…
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The Wearin’ Of The Green
photo courtesy of Eyestetix Studio on Unsplash When I was a young mom, I loved the idea of making St. Patrick’s Day fun for the kids by creating green-themed meals, like green pancakes and green mashed potatoes (and reading Dr. Seuss’ “Green Eggs and Ham”). (Nobody told me that green food was unappetizing.) We’d look…
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Where’s The Magic?
My daughter and her family are legitimate Disney lovers. I’ve seen the ears; they’re worn because it adds to the magic of what is Disney. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. I’ve been to the happiest place on earth; that is their official tagline, a creation of the Disney Imagineers, I assume. I’ve been…
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The Three Musketeers
What goes together better than soccer, loads of candy, and three young boys? When my daughter and son-in-law amped up their courage to take their son and two of his besties to a Colorado Rapids game, they had no idea what they were in for. Courtney said they should have left at half. Soccer is…
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