Tag: kindness
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Soap Slap!
I have a passion for soap that comes out in a foamy cloud. It’s like a party for my hands. Mash it. Fluff it. Shape it. Play with it. Frankly it’s more fun to wash your hands the requisite amount of time–singing “Mary Had a Little Lamb”–when it feels more like play than hygiene. It’s…
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Friendship Is More Than A Fuzzy Warm Heart
As a kid, I used to create my own friends. Not the kind that live down the block, though I had some of those. Not the kind that came over to play, though they occasionally did. The kind I could talk to who would really listen. Who wouldn’t make fun of me. Who liked me…
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It’s Not Over Till The Fat Tree Goes Down
This is not something I particularly enjoy. Not something I look forward to Putting Christmas away. Even writing that seems sad. There’s the cleaning up of the decorations and the tree trimmings. Packing them away for another year. Getting all the bins back in the attic. Me dangling from the hole in the garage ceiling…
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I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
I didn’t plan on it turning out the way it did. The plan had been to trim the tops of the hedge in front of our home. Plans are good things. I, however, seem to have a talent–no, a predisposition–for changing things up. Not settling for the assumed path. Wanting to flex with the moment.…
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What’s That Supposed To Look Like?
I know I get embarrassed fairly easily. But this was ridiculous. We had a leak in the garage. I needed to call the plumber. Which meant he needed to go into the garage. I don’t let many people go in there. I don’t like to go in there. But some things must be done. I’m…
Tip of My Iceberg 