Tag: gratitude
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I’m Supposed To Be Thankful For That?
I grew up during the era when sending thank-you letters for gifts received was a mandatory act. Even if I didn’t like what I got. I remember receiving clothes that I thought were hideous. Things I’d never wear. Clothes, I was convinced, that were being re-gifted or had come off some end-of-season clearance rack. Purchased…
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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Friend
When I was a kid, I shared a bedroom with my two sisters. I slept in the top bunk–it gave me options to lob stuffed animals and pillows at my two sisters from my lofty perch. I always wanted a room of my own. To have some personal space. To shut my door and not have to…
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I Wouldn’t Have Done It That Way
Internet’s been out all day. That really messes up my life. A certain cable company that rhymes with Pooverse is down. Again. I had folks asking me several times if I’d received this notification or that email. Not so much. I wouldn’t have done it that way. Ryken, the Happy Wheezer, turned 1. Between hospital…
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It’s Not Called Whinegiving
Thanksgiving is be one of my favorite holidays. It’s also the most overlooked, underrated and unappreciated holidays we celebrate. I’ve driven around town and have watched folks segue from ghouls, goblins and ghosts to Santa, sleds and snowmen overnight. From eerie orange lights and spider webs cascading over bushes to bright whites and multitudes of…
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I Really Can Finish–Maybe
It’s been nine months since we had a renovation done on our home. John, in all of his graciousness, had most of it done while I was away. A spectacular new look for a very worn, very well lived-in home. A joy to behold. But they didn’t finish it. There aren’t huge issues. But I…
Tip of My Iceberg 