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When The Duck Hits The Water
When given the gift of space and place, gratitude is the right response. John and I’ve been given the gift of just that. My sister has a place in Santa Rosa, California that she graciously has allowed us to visit for a time. Alone. No Internet. No expectations. Just a place to breathe. To be. I…
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When Movable Need Meets Immovable Necessity
I don’t believe he ever really tires. He just stops for a bit. Some call it sleep. More like recharging. Huck is almost two, and being around him is like being caught in an energy forcefield that you can’t manage. Can’t fight, can’t stop. You go with it. And enjoy the ride. I’m enamored with…
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Whose Right Is Right?
Rage. Fear. Anger. We’ve all got them. They’re interconnected. They show up when we’re feeling misunderstood, hurt, ignored, invisible. When pain is our current reality. Sometimes they come out when we’re tired and overwhelmed by life. Huck, at almost two, spikes a little rage when it’s near nap time and he’s not getting his way. When he’s…
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Don’t Forget To Breathe
A day. A breather. A respite. I’ve been in Atlanta for a couple of weeks helping Melody and Chris and baby Sloane–a treat and privilege beyond what I could have imagined. I leave early in the morning for Austin to be with Mark and Jillian and their two boys for some Nana time. Right…
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Happy Independence Life?
Independence Day. America’s birthday. Freedom to be us as a nation. Freedom to tell others, “You’re not the boss of me.” I understand independence. Anyone who’s ever grown up understands independence. That deep desire to be and do what we believe is right for us. As a nation, we came together as people who’d been misunderstood, unappreciated,…
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