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When Real Isn’t Real
Thirty-two people, young and old, were jammed into our family room Christmas morning. This is our immediate family, and the noise level rivaled that of an open-air market place. My husband, who is a gentle jolly sort, had purchased a Santa outfit two years ago. He brought it out and loved on the littles this…
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His Name Was Joe
Many people know men named Joe. It’s one of those names that brings to mind someone with a lot of personality, a solid character. Good ole’ Joe. I’ve had many Joes in my life through the years. When I was in fifth grade, Joey sat next to me and let me use his glasses because…
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When I Grow Up
Soccer has been a part of our family for years. My kids all played–each successive child wanted their own uniform and the chance to play like the “big kids”. Several of us were at our grandson’s recent soccer game–he’s a goalkeeper but doubles as a field player when they need him there. Kolly, at two…
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Making Do With What We Have
Living in Florida, we don’t have access to real snow. The weather here doesn’t lend itself to brisk winter storms; not having them makes us want them all the more. It’s human to want what we don’t–can’t–have. I hear the weather reports of snowstorms up north, and I long for a single day of a…
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Almost Forgotten
It isn’t uncommon for those who have birthdays in December to feel a bit slighted by the bigger holiday swiftly approaching. Christmas can put a bit of a damper on other celebrations–much to the chagrin of those desiring to be celebrated. That was not the case, however, for Brooklyn, who just turned nine. Even though…
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