Tag: freedom
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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…
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Pretending Is More Than Make-Believe
“OK, Nana, we’re going to pretend we’re wild lions.” I gazed at her behind the bars of the playground slide, She was effectively caged. I, however, was free. “Honey, you’re behind bars. You’re like a lion in the zoo.” “No, we PRETEND we’re wild lions. We run around and wrestle.” “You’re going to have to…
Tip of My Iceberg 