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Recalculating
I am directionally challenged. My Dad, recognizing my weakness early in life, used to tell me that I couldn’t find my way out of a paper bag. When I was twelve, that was offensive. Now I must admit it’s true. I don’t do points on the compass. I know what they are. Eat soggy wet…
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Will Anybody Come Out And Play With Me?
I”m not particularly fond of being alone. Being a twin predisposed me to having a companion much of my first couple of decades. A fact for which I was grateful. Even then I recognized I was better with people than by myself. I’ve shared a room with someone most of my life. My last year…
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When Being Pursued Is The Best Thing Ever
“So, are you guys gonna just date forever?” It’s a question that’s been asked often of our fourth child, Courtney, and her boyfriend, Michael. They’ve been dating close to two years–not an epoch, mind you, but quite awhile. And we haven’t had a wedding since the end of March! Get on with it! When Courtney…
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Encountering My Own “Once Upon A Time”
Birthdays are times of celebration–sometimes. Planned moments of thoughtfulness-on occasion. But when you’re 90, a whole new ballgame is put in play We celebrated my Mom’s 90th birthday this past weekend. The real date is September 8, but at 90, who’s going to quibble about a few days? It was family time–my two sisters and…
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That Wasn’t Exactly My Way
“My pleasure.” The young woman behind the register was quick with the kindness and the smile. She handed my granddaughter an ice cream cone and was rewarded with a wide smile and wider eyes. Service. It’s great when you receive it. It’s tough to give it. What was begun by Chick-fil-A as respect for their…
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