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What Really Is Too Much?
Was it too much? I was afraid it was. After all the hacking and whacking of our unsightly hedge, Wednesday was the day of reckoning. The day we’d find out if it really was too much yard waste in front of our house. More than the sanitation workers could–or were willing–to handle. I was out…
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
I didn’t plan on it turning out the way it did. The plan had been to trim the tops of the hedge in front of our home. Plans are good things. I, however, seem to have a talent–no, a predisposition–for changing things up. Not settling for the assumed path. Wanting to flex with the moment.…
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Let The Good Times Roll–In Sugar
What happens when you combine four clever, active children with one Papa who isn’t quite as quick but has the power of choice? Four days of fun fueled by sugar and pizza. While I was three states away helping with baby Huck, John was watching the four older grandkids while their folks had meetings in…
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Channeling My Mitty
When you’re around babies, it’s easy to dream. What will they be when they grow up? (I’m still asking myself that question.) What will they enjoy doing? What will they be good at? Dreaming is the springboard to trying. It’s where we all begin and get past where we are. It’s hope with great potential.…
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