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There’s So Much Of That Stuff Hitting The Fan
She’s been more trustworthy than I could have hoped for. Consistently available. Doesn’t require a lot from me. Which is good because I rarely give her much of anything. Just a little gas now and then. My car will reach 190,000 miles sometime this week. A milestone, to be sure. She’s been a great little…
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What If We Messed With The Calendar?
Mothers’ Day. A celebration of those who have given birth, raised children and have been shaped by the process. Married with six children, this became the holiday of cherishing home-made cards, hand-made potholders from little plastic looms and wonderful—or questionable–attempts at cooking. It was a day I loved and felt thoroughly uncomfortable with. I’ve…
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Some Things Should Never Be Put In A Smoothie
I’m not a fan of a lot of greens. Some of them are just plain bitter. They might be good for me, but tolerating them as part of a meal is a little hard to stomach. Unless you put them in a blender with things I like. Fruit. Almond butter. Greek yogurt. Smoothies make a…
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When The Pot Calls The Kettle A Fake
No one likes to think of themselves as a phony. I’ve always considered myself as pretty straight forward and genuine. That all unraveled on Saturday when we heard that our newest grandson, Landry, less than a week old, was back in the hospital. He’d begun to run a fever at home, and it got high enough…
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The Wilderness Of Waiting
“You waited.” The iconic last line from one of my favorite chick flicks, “The Lake House.” A movie that makes little sense but is a feel-good experience where true love wins. While waiting. That’s what I wanted to communicate to my new grandson, Landry John, born on April 26. You waited. He was in a bigger…
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