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When The Bedside Manner Is On The Wrong Side Of The Bed
I believe that at some point in a child’s life, every one of them wants to be a doctor. Or nurse. Or veterinarian. It’s not necessarily a life ambition that sticks all the time. We’d be overrun with health professionals if that were the case. (Thoughts come to mind, but I’m choosing not to go…
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Do You Really Want To Play With Matches?
I remember as a little girl having a fascination with fire. Back in the day–even in the ‘burbs of Chicago–we were able to burn paper waste behind our house. We had a cement slab with a huge metal container that held the ash residue that we often used for our own experiments. And for ash…
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I Resolve To…Who Am I Kidding?
Having just experienced the holiday season knee-deep in food preparation and food gifts (what says love more than something from your oven?) and food consumption, I find it comical that we enter the new year with thoughts of how we can improve our lives. How we can make changes to become our better selves. What,…
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After The Wrapping Is Ripped Away
Hours spent searching for the best possible gifts. (It took some divine intervention–I hate shopping.) Time, energy and a certain skill with tape to wrap the purchased gifts. (The end always slips off the lip of the tape dispenser, making it close to impossible to peel it off the roll.) Making sure everything was pulled…
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Hope Isn’t Hype
It’s easy for it to get lost in the shuffle of busy hearts, overflowing minds and crowded schedules. Hope. I feel that if I don’t put it on my to-do list, it wafts away like smoke from a blown-out candle. Don’t forget to hope. Check. It’s really what this season is all about. Not Happy…
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