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My Room Means My Rules
She’s not quite eight-years-old, but she has thoughts, opinions, and convictions that would rival someone three times her age. Our daughter and her family living in northern Virginia reworked their home to offer their daughter a room of her own. Having shared a bedroom with her little brother due to limited space was a necessity.…
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Searching For An Ark
Growing up in the Midwest, it was quite normal to have major snowfalls in March and April. I can remember year after year of cute Easter dresses needing to be covered up with heavy coats because of a spring snowfall. Living in Florida, that’s never an option. Global warming would have to do serious work…
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The Bearded Shepherd
Spanish moss hangs from our beautiful tree, bearding it like an old man, making it appear wise and gracious with age. I don’t like the moss. It doesn’t really kill the tree, or so I’m told. It’s not parasitic but an epiphyte that absorbs nutrients and water through its own leaves. It may slow down…
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Trading Passion For Glory
There are those who love to dance. There are others who are made for it. While in Pennsylvania, we had opportunities to watch our grands do a variety of things. Kicking soccer balls, playing video games, racing each other. And dancing. Especially the two youngest, Scout and Mack. They can break down the moves to…
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These Boots Were Made For Walking
What began as a delightful part of a Halloween costume–one tough little cowboy–has become the only pair of shoes Scout will wear. “I need my boots!” It doesn’t matter the temperature or even the comfort level. The boots are a given. I have friends from Texas–of course–whose footwear of choice is always boots. I’ve been…
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