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My Junk, His Treasure
I’ve never been a big fan of garage sales. It feels very personal to pick through other people’s stuff, determining its value based on my need or whim. I find I evaluate the people selling it based on how they’ve priced it and cared for it. I don’t like people doing that to me. I’m…
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If The Lights Are Off, Is That Delight?
Delight is one of those words that makes you grin when you say it. It makes you feel what it means. I don’t hear the word used a lot. I hear enjoy, like, love. Things are awesome, amazing, astounding. There’s a pureness in the idea of delight. Wonder. Awe. Genuine joy. I’ve watched that played out in my grandson, Huck. I’ve…
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Getting To Like You, Getting To Hope You Like Me
You go where you’re needed. And if you’re needed in Austin, Texas? That’s big Texas FUN. John and I headed out to the Lone Star State to spend time with our son and his family. Give them a little break before son #2 shows up. Huck is almost 19 months old. All boy, he’s a…
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We Need To See The Mess And Gore
I know she didn’t mean to do it. When my daughter Tiffany was six, she had a friend down the street who was able to encourage her dark side. My sensitive, tender-hearted daughter. Who cares deeply for people. Not so much this particular day. We have a spring-fed pond right behind our house. The kids have…
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The Fickleness of Folks; What Do We Want?
Holidays are great times to consider how I did things in the past. Those special days bring up fun–and funky–memories that remind me why I do what I do now. Memories that’ve shaped who I am and how I respond to life. Palm Sunday was yesterday. Growing up in the Chicago area, this time…
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