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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Friend
When I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my two sisters. I slept in the top bunk–it gave me options to lob stuffed animals and pillows at my two sisters from my lofty perch. I always wanted a room of my own. To have some personal space. To shut my door and not have to…
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The Snark Has Arrived: Kicking And Screaming
Just when I think I’ve managed to attain to a level of maturity that I’m hoping will remain constant, I find I’m not all that. That level of maturity? It becomes a wispy cloud, blown by the wind. This past weekend, I had the chance to watch Ethan’s soccer game. (An official soccer nana.)…
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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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