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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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There’s Way Worse Than Wet
There was a point in my life where I loved a good rain. I was a puddle-jumping, raindrop-dodging, joyously-drenched kind of a kid. Even when my kids were little, we’d be outside in a storm, jumping in ankle-deep puddles and not caring a flying fig about mud. It was the perfect prelude to a hot…
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Messiness Trumps Birds Of A Feather
I’ve known them as Canadian honkers for as long as I can remember. Geese with a distinctive sound. Every time we come to Fort Collins, we see them en masse. Usually in the park. This year they’re everywhere. When we first got here, they were ushering around their young. Fuzzy goslings protected by a stern…
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Pilgrims, Pathways But No Poultry
“Where are you all going so late?” Ethan and Sydney were wearing bike helmets. With incredible deductive powers of reasoning, I assumed they were going bike riding. “Heading over to Pavilion. We’ll be back in an hour or so.” “Do your folks know?” “Yeah.” “OK.” Pithy conversations. What made this dialogue so intriguing was the…
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When Weary Wings Won’t Fly
There’s a busyness of life that catches up with me on a regular basis. Don’t get me wrong. I love being busy. I’ve been told for years that I’m not good at relaxing. Or slowing down. I’d always figured as long as I could live full out, full on, I’d rest when I couldn’t move…
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