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Is It Spring Yet?
I recently had the good fortune to celebrate another birthday. Another milestone. Not because of any particular numbered birthday. Numbers stopped being significant when I reached 22. But I’m still here, and I’m grateful for for being upright and in my right mind. Most of the time. A friend who is very thoughtful and knows…
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Rest – Life’s Oxymoron
When I walked into the room and found Isley asleep on a large chair cushion on the floor, I couldn’t help but smile. Then I got a little jealous. Napping in the middle of the day, curled up like a kitten, comfortable and oblivious to everything around her, she was a picture of perfect rest.…
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Na, Na, You Can’t Find Me
Why do kids love to play hide and seek? It’s a game, of course, but I think there’s something enticing about the possibility of not being found. That someone could actually stay hidden till they wanted to be discovered. Growing up, I remember playing hide and seek all over our neighborhood with the other kids…
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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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