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When The World Is Mudlucious
This line comes from a poem by E.E. Cummings, a prolific poet, painter, and playwright who played with words and word pictures in a way that enraptured me as a child and has reminded me of the power of words as an adult. And the magic of fun. In his poem, “In Just”, he plays…
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What It Takes To Fit In
Two of our daughters have been in New Zealand working with players and staff as chaplains during this stressful time that accompanies the World Cup. Where expectations are high and nerves are strung tight. They’ve been busy, but they did have time to visit Hobbiton, the movie set for the “Lord of the Rings” and…
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Does Leaving Ever Help?
With realtors, the saying about the best properties is location, location, location. Where we are, where we call home, can make a huge difference in how we craft our perspective on our lives and circumstances. Home can be a place of security and comfort, a known space that allows us to decompress and breathe. A…
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When Doing Doesn’t Do It
It was too hot and muggy to play outside. My sweet husband can’t stand the beach. I was unwilling to stay inside with kids who were more than content on screens. Fearing I’d be watching them turn into zombies, I needed to come up with somewhere to go and something to do. Anything. We ran…
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Sunrise/Sunset
With me living in Orlando and my two sisters living in Tucson, we’ve been having the ongoing discussion/whine fest about our local heat. The heat in much of the world–and I know for a fact the southern part of the US–has been uncomfortably high. There’s been suffering because of it, especially in places where they…
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