Have you ever seen the sweet commercial of the overworked mom who keeps responding to her family, either their situations or their messes with the question of “What/How?” Sometimes, it’s a “what” as in,…
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The world seems to be doing back flips, almost walking upside down. Things that even ten years ago were deemed unacceptable, that would be appalling to think about, are now the norm. Without blinking…
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When I was in the second grade there was a girl, pink-faced and pugged-nosed, with permed, tight, blonde curls who chewed up a ring a little boy had given me. The story—my daddy wouldn’t…
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When I saw her post on Facebook, it made me smile. Showing love, respect, and a closeness filled with admiration, it was one of the sweetest Father’s Day tributes I had ever read. Along…
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I don’t often remember my dreams, but this past Tuesday morning when coming back to consciousness, for I do sleep hard and deep, I had one of those split-second strange ones—the kind that seems…
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I wondered when it would happen, because we all knew it would someday—Downton Abbey first season reruns are back. I just happened to be flipping through channels this past Saturday night, and there it…
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I’ve often said in jest, but somewhat seriously also, that one of the blessings of getting older is your vision starts to go. Now you might think that an odd thing to think, but…
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Summertime is the time for travel, and good music always makes the road trip better. Whether it’s Classical or Contemporary, Country or Pop, the tunes that rock can make your day. At any given…
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When I was in the first grade, I was the fastest runner in my class. I could outrun boys and girls alike. It was a beautiful thing. But when I hit second grade, a…
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My daughter informed me that yesterday, on social media, was #ThankfulThursday. So she asked me for a photo of what I am thankful for. For one thing, I am terribly grateful for my daughter—I…