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It Smells Like Something Died Back There
I didn’t think anyone would notice. I tried not to. My car. Little Beastie. I made her Little Stinky. I wanted to help out a friend who’d just had surgery, so I decided to take her a meal. A comfort meal of homemade chicken soup. The kind you simmer for hours, chop vegetables till your…
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The Downside of Dirty Laundry
When I make choices to engage in something bigger than the dailies–like a wedding–I’m fairly good about considering the consequences of those decisions. Not always. Our daughter’s wedding last weekend was a wonderful event that far exceeded expectations. The groom’s parents were incredibly helpful and generous. The weather became spectacular as the day progressed. Friends…
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Little Feetnotes
Isley made it down the aisle at Courtney’s wedding. Throwing lavender. Which she didn’t believe were flowers at all. (There are no petals!) She wore sparkly red shoes. No boots. When we arrived in Colorado for the wedding, Isley wasn’t keen on the boots her mom had packed. Being the flower girl, she didn’t think…
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It Never Gets Old
You’d think by our fifth wedding, I’d have some familiarity with routine. Expectations. What became abundantly clear was that, apart from that fact that a couple ended the evening as husband and wife, there are no givens. No guarantees. But a lot of fun. Our daughter, Courtney, married Michael Wickberg in an evening ceremony in…
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Dress For What Success?
The fourth time has to be the charm. We leave for another Rogers’ wedding this weekend. Courtney and Michael are getting married in the Colorado mountains. She’s actually our fifth child to be married. But it will be Isley’s fourth attempt to pull off the role of flower girl. Almost three years ago, she threw…
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