Tag: freedom
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What’s That Doggie In The Window Doing?
She isn’t what she was. My daughter and her family rescued a short-haired pointer from the friendly folks at PetSmart several months ago. A sweet gal who was rather timid, she’d been grabbed before certain death at a pound by people who didn’t want to see her put down. She’s found an outstanding home with…
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Wrapping It (Her) Up For The Night
You can’t keep a good woman down. Even if she’s not quite two feet tall. Brooklyn, at five weeks, doesn’t sit still. She flails. Moving her arms as if they had a life of their own. Not hard to understand. Her mom, aunts and uncle were constant motion machines. Genetic flailing. Brooklyn is adjusting to living…
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Pilgrims, Pathways But No Poultry
“Where are you all going so late?” Ethan and Sydney were wearing bike helmets. With incredible deductive powers of reasoning, I assumed they were going bike riding. “Heading over to Pavilion. We’ll be back in an hour or so.” “Do your folks know?” “Yeah.” “OK.” Pithy conversations. What made this dialogue so intriguing was the…
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Space, Grace And The Elephant In The Room
Being someone who enjoys words and ideas, I read quite a few blogs. There are those I read because I’ve genuinely come to appreciate what the author has to say. Their ideas are challenging to my own, and they have a way of expressing themselves that makes me grin. Fun, after all, must be involved…
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If The Moo Fits, Wear It
Dressing as a cow would never be my choice for attire. Don’t get me wrong. I love cows. Their melodious moos are calming. Their noses are soft. They tend to go through life masticating grass like a contemplative process. And they make protein fun. But dress like one? I think not. Unless, of course, it…
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