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And So It Begins
Thanksgiving wasn’t even over before the sales began. And with Christmas coming so quickly on the heels of the gratitude holiday, I promised myself I wouldn’t be sucked into the holiday crazies. The seasonal pressure that’s been telescoped down too far for consumer comfort. Good thing that wasn’t a resolution. The bins and boxes have…
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The Forgotten Holiday
I don’t know why it frazzles me. It does. It’s a day. But it’s really more than that. Stuck between the horror of Halloween and the gimme of Christmas is Thanksgiving. Between ghoulish masks and decorated trees in September and the shopping frenzy of Black Friday and beyond, it’s a wonder that there’s a hiccup…
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Never Too Short To Matter
There are certain things I’m not built for nor equipped to do. Being vertically challenged, basketball and volleyball were never possibilities. Having short legs, being a dancer was never in the cards. Long waist, short legs makes being a gymnast awkward. However, the short stature has obviously made me the perfect size for pressure washing.…
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When Enough Is Enough
I need to better appreciate the humor in the unexpected. Particularly if it has to do with bodily fluids. Teagan, the six-year-old master of drama, proliferate with his words, was in a quiet, subdued mood this past Sunday. First clue. You can never put “Teagan” and “subdued” in the same sentence. It’s an oxymoron. As…
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When Your Giant Has A Really Big Foot
When faced with a sports icon, it really helps to know who that icon is. My granddaughter, Sydney, had the opportunity to play goalkeeper against Abby Wambach. Arguably the best women’s soccer player in the world today. Syd had no idea who she was. When she told her mom that her coach had offered this…
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