Tag: identity
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I Don’t Do Slither
I felt it and reacted before I ever saw what it was. While mowing our backyard, near our pond, I felt something wind around my ankles, slithering slowly. My response was not slow. Hanging onto the mower with one hand, I jumped, danced and screamed. When I glanced down I saw movement in the grass…
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Begin Fresh, Finish Well
Waiting can be a mixed bag. We welcomed two new grands into the family recently. The anticipation of the boys’ arrival was filled with wonder. Who would they look like? What will they grow to become? Two more grands are coming in the months ahead, and we await their arrival with the same hope and…
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Old School Cozy; Old School Comfort
In an era of wonderfully scented candles and fancy candle holders, plain Jane candles don’t often–well, hold a candle to them. When John and I were dating back in prehistoric times, we had a little Italian restaurant we’d go to–a hole in the wall, quaint type of place–with red checked tablecloths and candles dripped over…
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Who Am I Really?
I love those ads for Ancestry.com where people find out the specifics of their heritage. It’s fascinating how we’re often not what we thought we were. Being in Prague, Czech Republic for a week gave me a little insight into my ancestry. Mom is a full-blooded Czech. Which makes me half Czech. On Dad’s side,…
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The Genetic Conundrum: Why Am I Me?
I watched five-year-old Isley plop down in front of yet another episode of “My Little Pony”. In her perfect world, it would be a castle, ponies–the names and personalities of each of them as familiar to her as her own name–various other critters, and her. Her world. What fascinated me was the way she sat. Her…
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