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My Name Is Nana, But You Can Call Me Papa
My folks used to live in a condo not too far from where we grew up. The residents were a quirky mix of people that were friendly but distant. Upstairs was an older lady who always made me grin. The way she’d introduce herself never made sense to me. “My name is Helen, but you…
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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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