Tag: identity
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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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All Dressed Up and Somewhere To Go
There they all were. My girls. Dressed up and looking fine. Celebrating not just a wedding, but the receiving of a new sister. A young woman who is as much a part of our family as if she’d been born into it. Someone who can appreciate the gentle jokes and constant teasing of five sisters…
Tip of My Iceberg 