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Filtered Eyes, Filtered Feelings
I’ve been in Atlanta for several days with a group of people committed to better grasp the concept of diversity in our organization. To say it was eye-opening would be a gross understatement. I grew up in the civil rights era. I was a kid who didn’t think past my little world, so the issue…
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Ghosties, Goblins, Goodies and Giggles
I’ve never been a huge fan of Halloween. Growing up, once we hit a certain age, we didn’t care as much about candy as we did running around with cans of shaving cream, warring with soapy foam on dark streets. Getting into trouble. Today we’d probably be picked up for vandalism, even though we never…
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Two Of A Kind Beats A Pair
In poker parlance, that title makes no sense. I know. I learned to play poker when I was five. We grew up playing card games. Canasta, Crazy 8’s, Old Maid. Poker was just another card game. Our favorite chip of choice was the little silver disc that was popped out of electrical outlets in new…
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Do I Really Need More?
Taking a five-year-old princess-in-training shopping borders on insanity. Especially when her aunts have taught her the fine art of accessorizing. And the value of shoes. Being a shoe minimalist, I find it intriguing that anyone would need multiple pairs of shoes for the same type of activity. However, I birthed daughters who are drawn to…
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