Tag: freedom
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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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The Forgotten Holiday
I don’t know why it frazzles me. It does. It’s a day. But it’s really more than that. Stuck between the horror of Halloween and the gimme of Christmas is Thanksgiving. Between ghoulish masks and decorated trees in September and the shopping frenzy of Black Friday and beyond, it’s a wonder that there’s a hiccup…
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When Going With Your Gut Bites You In The Butt
I’ve not been a person known for my strategic thinking. Or planning. Or focusing on details. Thinking is often not a term used when describing me. I’ve learned to live with that. The lack of that gifting is definitely a bum-biter. With the parents gone and Nana in charge, I did what any self-respecting adult…
Tip of My Iceberg 