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Different is Just Different
The starkness of a leafless tree against a backdrop of fresh fallen snow had a dignity all its own. The pewter sky made it look like it was set on a large cloth for display. The wind made the bare branches wave, almost mocking in their sad nakedness. And it was so cold. So who…
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The Bursting of the Bubbily Bubbles
There’s nothing like a bathtub full of bubbles to make you smile. I’ve watched my grandkids turn from frumpy to fun-loving with a fistful of bubbles. They make bubble beards, bubble biceps, bubble hats, bubble mountains. The creativity and fun is endless with the foamy white that fills the tub. Isley uses two washcloths she…
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Debunking the Decluttering Myth
Whenever a move happens, whenever there is opportunity for things to be relocated from one place to another, there is an accompanying phenomenon that can transpire in the process of said move. Those of an organized nature would refer to this as decluttering. Those of us with a messier head and a severe aversion to…
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Hearts and Flowers and Loneliness
“You know there’s nothing great about Valentine’s Day,” mumbled my then 17 year-old daughter. She was a senior in high school, had a lot of friends, but no special guy for this special day. She was quite over the drama of this holiday. The balloons and flowers that were given with great fanfare at school.…
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Everyone Needs a Sad Step
Isley, my youngest granddaughter, is a drama queen. At two and a half, she has words, body language and attitudes that would suit a teenager in the throes of puberty. Her ability to express herself amazes me. And I’m quite sure I’ve encouraged that with the positive reinforcement of comments and laughter when such behavior…
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