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My Knight In Shining Armor
Cal’s class had to dress up as knights, kings, and queens for school this past week. A chance to pretend, to act out a character and personality which aren’t real. How fun is it to carry a wooden sword and wear a helmet? To imagine fighting off the bad guys with your wits and your…
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Hug More; Hug Longer
I’m a hugger by nature. Covid just about destroyed me. I think it did that for many; we all need the comforting touch of other people to remind us that we matter. When we were isolated, needing to stay away from those we loved, bubbling with only a selected number of people, it was an…
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Worrisome Wounds
Rarely do John and I have moments where we sit at the table and just talk. Too often we’re both exhausted, and conversations drift away like bubbles on a breeze. Great intentions; non-existent energy. I was sitting on the bench at our table during one of those infrequent times as we discussed a variety of…
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Poison Or Fruit?
Kolly at nine months is fascinated by her tongue. Babies typically learn about their world by putting things in their mouths, and vocalizing to imitate sounds that others make in their presence is how they learn to talk. Kolly sticks out her tongue at anyone who sticks theirs out in front of her. She clicks…
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I’m The Worst
I’ve got to be the worst nana in the history of the world. John and I were asked to help with our grands while their parents were at a work retreat, a job that’s a joy with an immense amount of humor thrown in for good measure. I needed to drive Cal to preschool in…
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