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Two Of A Kind Beats A Pair
In poker parlance, that title makes no sense. I know. I learned to play poker when I was five. We grew up playing card games. Canasta, Crazy 8’s, Old Maid. Poker was just another card game. Our favorite chip of choice was the little silver disc that was popped out of electrical outlets in new…
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Do I Really Need More?
Taking a five-year-old princess-in-training shopping borders on insanity. Especially when her aunts have taught her the fine art of accessorizing. And the value of shoes. Being a shoe minimalist, I find it intriguing that anyone would need multiple pairs of shoes for the same type of activity. However, I birthed daughters who are drawn to…
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The Culture Of The Playground
I’ve had the privilege of spending much of this past weekend at soccer games. This new generation of family players is exciting to watch and full of potential. Frankly, I’ve grown up a little and don’t feel the need as deeply to scream at unfair referees and their poor calls. I just think those thoughts.…
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The Up Side Of Perceived Collateral Damage
The house looks a bit like a tornado struck. Heather and her five kids are here for a few days while the husband and son-in-law are out of town. It’s the sleepover that doesn’t end. Most expectations have been trashed for a bit because this isn’t anyone’s normal. It’s way more fun. It’s an extended…
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My Astroturf Is In Place
Saturday. When responsible home owners hear the clarion call of their yards and flower beds. Longing to be refreshed with a trim and a cut and a prune here and there. A day of massive guilt as every other responsible home owner living around us is tending to their yards and gardens. This is when I…
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