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Windows That Don’t Need Cleaning
I have a funny, wise-cracking optometrist. A generation behind mine, he finds great joy in telling me I have old eyes. They go with the rest of the old me. I was seeing him (no pun intended) for a checkup for those old eyes. My contacts felt scratchy, my glasses were the wrong prescription. Seeing…
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A Mom By Any Other Name
This was meant to be sent the day after Mother’s Day, but with my lack of tech savvy, it didn’t happen. We’ll give it a go again. We’ve all got one. We all got here the same way. And whether the experience was positive, negative or neutral, the story in that relationship impacts all of…
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So Many Choices, So Few Good Decisions
I looked at her plate. It was definitely colorful. “So, you’re really going to eat that?” “Yup! And then I’m gonna have dessert!” Eight-year-old Sydney skipped away, M&M’s flying off the side of her plate. Of course she was skipping. The anticipation of that much candy had her sugar levels rocketing off to a grand…
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Dare to Delight
We had a big shindig at our home over the weekend. The kind where people gather to laugh and talk, to eat and greet, to enjoy one another in the freedom of someone else’s home. I love it because it’s my home. It makes me feel a little like Glenda, the good witch in the…
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Made to be Molded
A friend and I were having coffee the other day at a little shop I frequent. I’ve gotten to know quite a few workers there, and they seem to remember me. (It’s actually become one of my remote offices. I’m there enough for random customers to remember me.) It’s small, cozy and they have wonderful…
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