Tag: guilt
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The Shaming Game
photo courtesy of Ildar Garifullin on Unsplash When we bought a car several years ago, it was one of those purchases made of necessity. Our old car had literally given up the ghost. It shimmied like a disco dancer and then periodically lost power. The car we chose had newer gadgets than we were used…
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I’m The Worst
I’ve got to be the worst nana in the history of the world. John and I were asked to help with our grands while their parents were at a work retreat, a job that’s a joy with an immense amount of humor thrown in for good measure. I needed to drive Cal to preschool in…
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When Words Are Weapons
It wasn’t my finest hour. One of my daughters had come into town for a day, an opportunity that’s always a delight because she lives quite a distance away. It was work-related, so we weren’t going to see much of her. We needed to make the most of our time with her. I didn’t. I…
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We All Have A Hidden Closet
I’m not fond of opening that door. If I need to, I close my eyes so I don’t have to look. Seeing what it is brings nothing but guilt for not dealing with it, and shame for letting it become what it is. I’m talking about our toy closet. When the kids were little, we…
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The Pendulum Can Be A Pit
Growing up in the Midwest, winters were bitterly cold and snow was the norm. I loved being outside, ice skating, sledding, snowball fights. Shoveling snow? Not so much. In the evenings, when darkness fell quickly, my twin sister and I would play in our basement. Dad had rigged a swing down there–we had the space…
Tip of My Iceberg 