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Mrs. Fix-It Doesn’t Live Here
I’m good with admitting that there are many things in life that I’m not. I’m not a detail person. Which can be problematic for family and team members as I lose those slippery little boogers (details) like it’s my job. I’m not good with decorating. Five months after our house was renovated with new floors…
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Swim With The Dolphins Or Sink With The Sharks?
I was sitting on the balcony, overlooking the Atlantic. At a year-end retreat that had us focusing on what had been and what would be. The sun was just coming up, poking over the horizon like a mischievous child coming out of hiding during a game. Glad to be there. Ready for more fun. I…
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Signals, People!
Living in Florida, I’ve come to the conclusion that, upon entering state borders, you must agree to give up all thought of using the turn signals on a car. I, therefore, tend to be fastidious about using mine. And commenting vociferously about those who don’t. They make driving frustrating. You never know what’s coming down…
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The Good “F” Words
I’ve been a soccer fan for a long time. Twenty five years, to be exact. It happened when I took on the role of soccer mom. I freely admit I knew nothing of the game when my kids began playing. It wasn’t a popular sport when I was a kid. (Did they even play it…
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It’s Doggone Complicated
Foster is a playful sort. Not overly disciplined but pretty much able to wrap those he loves around his little paw. That’s right. A dog. Full of personality and panache. A canine with the capacity to be childlike. He looks at the world with big brown eyes, expecting fun and often finding it. He belongs…
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