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Soap Slap!
I have a passion for soap that comes out in a foamy cloud. It’s like a party for my hands. Mash it. Fluff it. Shape it. Play with it. Frankly it’s more fun to wash your hands the requisite amount of time–singing “Mary Had a Little Lamb”–when it feels more like play than hygiene. It’s…
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Friendship Is More Than A Fuzzy Warm Heart
As a kid, I used to create my own friends. Not the kind that live down the block, though I had some of those. Not the kind that came over to play, though they occasionally did. The kind I could talk to who would really listen. Who wouldn’t make fun of me. Who liked me…
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I’m Exhausted–Give Me Meds!
It comes. It always does. I don’t look for it. I don’t want it. Nevertheless, it shows up year after year. My annual miserable cold. It usually hits about now, After the flurry of the holidays and the re-energized push into the new year. Right as my schedule is becoming crowded with the things I’ve…
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What Does The Manual Say?
I sat watching my daughter, Tiffany, sew a dress. To say I was impressed would be an understatement. She sews out of enjoyment. I grew up with a mom who sewed out of necessity. And you could tell it wasn’t enjoyable to her–the clothes she made were plain, simple, the same. Nothing I ever enjoyed…
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