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FOMO And Fear Are Unhappy Bedfellows
There was definitely something wrong with the picture. I wasn’t in it. That does sound rather self-centered. Truth is, anytime I see a group picture, I look to see what I look like first and then look at the whole. That does make it about me. This concern was legitimate. I wasn’t even in the…
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If The Time Is Right, Why Wait?
I’ve found friends in the oddest places. Some you expect. When you work with a team, you hope to become close so working together becomes safe and effective. You hope to engage well with neighbors because the community where you live is important. Besides, what happens when you need that cup of sugar or one egg?…
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Doggone That Wag
Mom wouldn’t let us have a dog growing up. She didn’t want to be the one to take care of it. We did have a dog for a couple of weeks when I was in eighth grade. Dad brought her home, much to Mom’s chagrin. A beagle who loved to chew on everything. Her name was Holly,…
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When Memories Mix With Free Enterprise
When I was a child, I thought I knew the significance of Memorial Day. Honoring dead people. Because Mom was a first-generation American, with parents from Germany, she faithfully carried on the tradition of visiting the grave sites of family who’d passed on. Not just those who died in war. Cemeteries creeped me out. Little…
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