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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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To Speak Or Not To Speak–That’s The Problem
I’m not afraid of snakes or spiders. I am, however, quite fearful of the dark (still) and of being alone for extended periods of time. Fear equals loss of rational thinking. One thing that defies rationality is my fear of speaking. Publicly. It may be hard to believe that I, with so many words and opinions–and…
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When Downward-Facing Dog Doesn’t Do You Any Good
I make it a habit to try and exercise daily. It wakes me up and puts me in a mood to approach the day with anticipation. Between that and Jesus, I’m good to go. Unless I’m playing weekend warrior–on a week day no less–and don’t listen to what my body is telling me. I’ve done…
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