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No Way Out
photo courtesy of Ellen Tanner on Unsplash I’m an impatient person. I can be composed, even patient, with people. But we all have our “stuff” that causes us to be later than expected or unaware of necessary steps we need to take. However, I’m not at all about waiting for elevators, escalators, or anything that…
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A Light In The Darkness
There were thumps and thuds on the roof, and it wasn’t Santa’s reindeer. I’d been inside the house, decorating our tree and working into a rhythm of preparing for the holidays. I’d love to approach the Christmas season with a calm and peaceful posture rather than the hurry and scurry that typically takes over my…
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The Cost Of Being Real
We had real Christmas trees for literal decades. The tradition was to go the day after Thanksgiving to our local tree providers, spend at least an hour looking at as many trees as we could, finally determining that the first or second tree we had seen would be the one we chose. The challenge was…
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The Gratitude Challenge
Kolly’s words are flowing more frequently and clearly. At nineteen months, she has a mind of her own and words to express what that mind is thinking. She loves people, and her grins and giggles typically bring a like response from those older than her in the room. Kolly learned to say “please” fairly quickly.…
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The Posture Of Shame
Nolan is at the age where he wants to do everything by himself. He’ll be three in a month, so his independence is understandable. He’s up for almost anything. Except that big-boy step of potty training. He doesn’t have any desire to do that himself. He tries, but he’s not all in on practicing. Nolan…
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