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Gloriously Messy Memories
This past week was my mom’s birthday. She passed away almost six years ago, yet each year on her birthday, my brothers and sisters and I remind each other of the impact she had on our lives. Dad passed twenty-one years ago, and the two of them made quite a pair. Polar opposites, Mom was…
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On The Road–Again
They’re becoming world travelers. Our daughter and her husband have business meetings in Spain. Rather than leaving the kids with us or others, they opted for bringing them along, to experience a new country and culture, and to learn how to adapt to what is different, like language, food, and expectations. The issue is getting…
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Do I Have To Work?
photo courtesy of Museums Victoria on Unsplash We each have different attitudes toward work. Some of us love our jobs; we look forward to becoming engaged with those we work with, sensing the significance of what we do. Others don’t have that passion. Whether it’s an hourly job, settling for something for the time being…
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The Sweetness Of Solace
From the time we’re little, we need to be comforted. When babies are born, they’re often crying, and being placed on their mother’s chest or cuddled by their dad often calms them as they observe their new circumstances. With the birth of each of my children, they chose different things to be their comforter, like…
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Unexpected and Unnatural
Kids’ hair is always a delight. Often parents don’t want to cut it because they’re so cute and the curls are feared to be lost forever, cowlicks are loved rather than loathed, and the color is something that often changes as they get older. When our daughter and son-in-law left their three children with the…
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