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Below-The-Surface Boo Boos
I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Snot runs like a stream from his nose. His cheeks are rosy and covered with slimy boogers. He can’t breathe and swallow at the same time. Ryken, at eleven months, either is teething or has a cold. The symptoms look a lot alike. The flushed cheeks make me think…
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Can You Juxtapose HOA And Humble?
My grousing, groaning and griping about our HOA has taken a new twist. Our certified letter, an official threat of purported fines if we didn’t comply with their standards of mold free driveways and homes, appears to have been a bit overzealous in its presentation. Seems we were a glitch. John had been…
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I’m Just Not That Pedicurious
I get kidded a lot about the shoes I wear. I’ve never been one who has a love for shoes–even though I birthed a few with shoe fetishes. I’ve always been more comfortable with, well, being comfortable. My shoes of choice are typically well-worn tennis shoes or soccer flops. Living in Florida, where wet happens…
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Hopping HOA Hurdles
We got a certified letter the other day. I cringed. It wasn’t a life or death issue. I knew who it was from. Hence the cringing. It was from our HOA. At varying times, hearing from them strikes concern or annoyance in my inner being. This is obviously not a first time occasion. Long ago I…
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Color Me Crazy
Our youngest, Debbie, just left for Puerto Rico and her second year of ministering to athletes. She’s thrilled to be going back. I miss her already. There’s an adrenalin rush with anticipated independence and living in a place your family’s never lived or visited. She’s going back seasoned, having lived and worked there for a…
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