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Broken Balloons And Big Reveals
I can remember when the big reveal was answering the phone to find out who the caller was. Or waiting for school pictures to come out to see how dorky I looked. Or taking a roll of pictures to see if any turned out the way I’d hoped. Technology has changed a lot of things.…
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We’re Baaaack!
When we’d come back from vacation during my growing-up years, Dad, a down-home Texas boy, would quip, “Home again, home again, jiggity jog”. Cutesy, to help us welcome the fact that we were back where we belonged. And to remind us that we’d returned to the real world. As in routine, responsibilities and the rigors…
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Let’s Go Ride A Bike
I learned to ride a bike when I was five. I’d be on that bike every chance I could get. Back in the day, it was safer to ride around neighborhoods. Explore places I hadn’t been on foot. Not be afraid of vacant lots or railroad tracks. The older I’ve gotten, the less I’ve ridden.…
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The Beast Of Busy, The Calm Of Rest
You know how it feels to plan for something for a long time, only to have it end quickly? You’re left blinking in the tornado of time passing. Our biannual conference in Colorado was a huge success. Which I’d hoped it would be, considering all the planning and preparation that went into it. Rather…
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A Lego Among Many
Back in the day when our kids were little–and so was our budget–we would haunt garage sales for the treasures we knew we’d find there. Gently used clothes. Buckets of broken crayons. Toys we’d never consider purchasing new. And Legos. All our kids went through a Lego phase. We never considered buying them new–for the length…
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