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Home Is Where It Gets Really Crazy
Spring break has come to an end for daughter Debbie. It’s gone too fast. Again. She’s back in Tennessee. The land of clouds and gray. Leaving the sunshine state wasn’t her preference. Especially since going back is all about her academic pursuits. She’s pretty perturbed with that pursuit. Thank goodness she’s almost done. A break…
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Absolutely–What?
My daughter’s in-laws were down for a visit (two very fun people who broke all those in-law molds), and ideas were flying as to what Florida experience they could enjoy. They came up with an airboat ride. These boats have super powers. They’re able to go over swampy rivers/land without getting bogged down. They’re able…
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When Birds Of A Feather Flock–With Attitude
There are these raucously loud birds, native to much of the U.S., which have found sanctuary in our back yard. I’ve discovered they’re also native to extreme northeastern Siberia. That right there should have told me something about the species. To survive there, they’d have to have a lot of moxie with some tenacity thrown…
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Beam It On, Scotty–Please
Not too long ago I was at my daughter’s house, watching the grandkids. Being with those four is a hoot and a holler. Their capacity for creativity never ceases to amaze me. Or amuse me. But on this particular evening, I was in a quandary. None of their creativity and fun could assuage the burden…
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A Gaggle Of Gals Equals A Passel Of Fun
I just spent a weekend with about forty of my closest friends. It’s typically women who say that. And it’s often a planned event that has women coming together for a common goal. Like a retreat. A time of bonding and sharing and encouraging. Women rarely need an event to bond. If you bring food…
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