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It Wasn’t My Fault
photo courtesy of Robin Battison on Unsplash It was one of those grim grey days of winter that can feel unusual for Florida. It had been raining all day, and the roads were slick and the ground mushy. I was driving home from work, exiting off the toll road and thinking I’d be home in…
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Gator Gazing
With my little sister in town, we decided to brave Orlando Wetlands for a walk and a little gator gazing. From a distance. It was a cold day, so I knew the alligators would be out sunning themselves because their cold-blooded bodies don’t naturally heat up like ours. This was my sister’s third time in…
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I Wasn’t Made For This
This isn’t Florida. It isn’t home. We recently were in Indiana for the memorial of a dear friend, and the morning we were to leave, we found snow had joyfully covered the ground during the night. Without asking if it was convenient for those who don’t drive in snow and ice. Without considering if said…
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Say Yes To Life
We came together to honor a man who lived fully and well. His capacity to connect heart to heart with others, helping them better understand themselves and their dreams, was a gift he shared with many. He was the kind of man who, when he entered a room, looked for the opportunity to care for…
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Eating Humble Pie
Debby and I hadn’t spent time together for about thirteen years. She lives in the frozen north, think Ohio, and my playground is Orlando. When she asked if I’d accompany her to visit her daughter, son-in-law, and two grandchildren in Hungary, I heartily agreed. She hadn’t travelled overseas, and with my limited experience, the two…
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