Tag: hiding
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You Can’t See Me
The grands were racing around our house, playing hide and seek. We limited them to the downstairs–I’d just cleaned the upstairs. The idea of letting chaos claim the whole house wasn’t what I would choose. They hid in the pantry, behind chairs, in John’s office, and under benches. Cal, frustrated with all the good hiding […]
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Papa’s Chair
We’ve had the chair for eight years, but it’s been used with such love and bottom commitment that it could pass for an antique. Papa sits there after long work days, often watching sports with whoever is in the house. Unless it’s the grands. When the littles are around, they often crowd around him, scrunching […]
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Dream A Little Dream–And Then What?
Brooklyn, at four, asks a lot of deep questions. I doubt many adults have their minds pursue the unique inquiries she makes. Spiritual, philosophical, larger-than-life issues that she is truly curious about. She explained how she doesn’t like the dark. I agreed wholeheartedly; I’ve never been fond of the dark. As a child, I was […]
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Nobody Needs To See My Garage
When we moved to Florida and had no possibility of a basement, my garage became my catch-all for anything that didn’t have a place. I cringed at having anyone see it. My kids learned from me that if you don’t have a place for something, throw it in the garage and think about where to […]
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