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The Grace Of Grief
I’d known him longer than I hadn’t. He was my husband’s roommate in college, sharing not only a room but names that were too close for coincidence. You’d never see two more opposite people. John Fred Carlson was a man of integrity, dry humor, and deep compassion. He was quick to laugh and even quicker…
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The Deja Vu Of Disruption
Years ago, after living in Idaho for four and a half years, we were able to move back to Wisconsin; closer to family and enabling us to do holidays with people who knew us well. We had Thanksgiving with John’s family in central Illinois and planned on Christmas with my family in Chicago. We’d packed…
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Independently Dependent
They call themselves BCFF–best cousin friends forever. They don’t get to see each other often, but when they do, they’re connected at the hip. What one doesn’t think of doing, the other does. Together they’re a force of nature. Brooklyn and Sloane, at seven years of age, know what they want. They’re way better at…
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Sweetly Savoring, Really Relishing
With the number of people in our family, we have birthdays just about every month. But when May hit–“Maycember” because it gets as crazy as December–we had to put off several birthdays to be able to give them appropriate appreciation. We’ve had more cake in the past several days than is healthy for anyone to…
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What You Don’t Know About Fun
A Colorado boy, Beck, and his family have been spending vacation time on the east coast. He’s used to mountain trails and hikes, colder climes, and snow and chill. The ocean offers a whole new environment for him to explore. He went boogie boarding for the first time. Fully outfitted for the baking sun, his…
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