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I’m Still Standing
He ran into a bridge. Granted it was a playground bridge, but it wasn’t miniscule. It was large enough to be seen from a distance. He wasn’t looking for it. Mason, at six, is a competitive go-getter who hates the idea of slowing down or losing. He’s an incredibly focused young man who keeps his…
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When Life Piles On
When five-year-old Beck was buried in the sand by loving relatives, it was a fun adventure. This is what people do at the beach. Fun became frustration when he realized how heavy the sand was. Still fun, but the need to get out from under was imperative. Nobody likes to feel that they’re stuck under…
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What Really Matters?
We call ourselves the BSGE. Best Small Group Ever. Some of it has to do with the length of time we’ve been meeting together. Some of it has to do with the the closeness we’ve developed over years of sharing life. A lot of it has to do with the how much we trust each…
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The Light Will Come
When local meteorologists assume the role of Dougie Downer to let us living in Florida know that this will be a rough hurricane season, the rising winds and darkening clouds make me wonder if IT is coming. We’ve lived through the effects of hurricanes. Gratefully we don’t live on the coast, so we don’t have…
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Cultivating True Beauty
There’s something beautiful in watching flowers blossom, where little buds break forth into riotous color, their scent wafting lazily on the breeze. My sister-in-law grows hydrangeas, a remarkable bloom that can show up in a variety of hues that create the look of a painter’s palette. I have no ability to grow flowering anything–I’m fortunate…
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