Tag: hope
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There’s Merry In All That Minutia
I tend to look at details as my nemesis. They’re like a small army of invaders, skilled in deception, cunning and craftiness. They hide where I never look. They fall through the cracks only to pop back up again. Their war cry is, “Ah ha! Missed me again!” It’s so easy for me, during this…
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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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Will Anybody Come Out And Play With Me?
I”m not particularly fond of being alone. Being a twin predisposed me to having a companion much of my first couple of decades. A fact for which I was grateful. Even then I recognized I was better with people than by myself. I’ve shared a room with someone most of my life. My last year…
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When It Rains, We All Get Wet
It poured Thursday afternoon and evening. Lovely weather for those who value green thumbs and ecologically necessary moisture. Me? I’m a sunny kind of a gal. Not that I don’t value what rain does for all of nature. It refreshes. Renews. Replenishes. I love all those “re” words. This storm, though, was accompanied by powerful…
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The Rest of….What?
I’ve always been fascinated by how children are able to turn off completely when they sleep. They rest when they need it. Once down, they rarely get up. (Their bladders have not yet experienced the challenge of age and limited capacity.) It might take awhile for them to get there. My daughter Heather didn’t want…
Tip of My Iceberg 