Tag: acceptance
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A Beast By Any Other Name
I call her Beastie. It’s a term of endearment. She’s my 2004 Toyota Corolla. Deep royal blue. Blighted by sun and a really bad paint job, she looks like she’s rusting through. All over. The term “beater car” comes to mind. She’s been driven all over the state of Florida and beyond. We bought her…
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Windows That Don’t Need Cleaning
I have a funny, wise-cracking optometrist. A generation behind mine, he finds great joy in telling me I have old eyes. They go with the rest of the old me. I was seeing him (no pun intended) for a checkup for those old eyes. My contacts felt scratchy, my glasses were the wrong prescription. Seeing…
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All Dressed Up and Somewhere To Go
There they all were. My girls. Dressed up and looking fine. Celebrating not just a wedding, but the receiving of a new sister. A young woman who is as much a part of our family as if she’d been born into it. Someone who can appreciate the gentle jokes and constant teasing of five sisters…
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Different is Just Different
The starkness of a leafless tree against a backdrop of fresh fallen snow had a dignity all its own. The pewter sky made it look like it was set on a large cloth for display. The wind made the bare branches wave, almost mocking in their sad nakedness. And it was so cold. So who…
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Mirror, Mirror On The Wall
I hate getting my hair cut. There are those people who find their “cut”, the one that looks outstanding on them, whether they’ve just gotten styled or rolled out of bed. The ones that have folks asking “Who cut your hair? I’d love them to do mine.” I’ve never been one of those people. I’ve…
Tip of My Iceberg 