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Happiness Is Not A Resolution
The new year has begun. Full of hope and wonder. I flat out refuse to pick a word to define my year. There are too many great possibilities of mental attitudes I want to work on. So I won’t pick any. Instead, I’d like to make it a point to live each day. Really live.…
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Anticipation Has Left The Building
It looked like a graveyard. Christmas blow-ups. Deflated and dejected in their decompressed sadness. We went walking a few days after Christmas, and I felt despondent when I saw the dead-looking blow-ups. It was the let-down of the after-holiday rush. The anticipation was past. Nothing immediate to look forward to. And I was tired.…
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Christmas Crazy Aftermath
‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all over the place There was mess galore, not any clean space. The wrappings were tossed in the room without care, In hopes that Mom would pick up without giving the glare. The kids were all playing with things they’d received. Some things were now broken, not made well…
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‘Twas The Crazy Before Christmas
‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the town, Folks were scurrying, shopping, all wearing a frown. The pressure was on to get the best gift For Auntie Matilda and old Uncle Riff. The baking was started, but not nearly done, Each batch that emerged, kids would eat every one. The post office, packed with…
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When A Warrior Is Called Home
When we moved to Orlando years ago, the size of our family overwhelmed a lot of people. Six children were a handful. Folks were a little intimidated to invite us over for a meal. Betty and Herb never hesitated. Grandparents weren’t close. The kids hadn’t grown up with the influence of an older generation who had…
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