Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Call me daughter
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About this time last year, I was on a walk of faith. I began a new career. It coincided with dramatic and tragic turns in my parents' lives. The changes that have taken place in all of our lives since July 2013 are mindboggling when I think about them too long. Despite his illness and…
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It might seem strange to count outrage as a sweet! But today I found out another real estate agent approached one of my clients when he was working in his yard and tried to seduce him away from me. Not only is that a huge breach of ethics, but it hurt my feelings and made me…
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Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor For the first Father's Day in years and years, I don't have a phone call or road trip to make. Tom and I have both lost our dads, and, well, I have kind of a lost feeling today. I'm glad…
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Last Friday I made a quick road trip to Houston to take care of some business for my mom. My friend Debra graciously opened her home in Seabrook to me and TG for the night. On our way to meet friends for dinner, I was mesmerized by the sunlight bathing pastel houses…the cloudless sky…the gulls swooping…
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Tom and I were driving up to Maryland for the first time so I could meet his family and childhood friends before our wedding. It was my first time in Tennessee, the Carolinas and all of those other states between Texas and Maryland. What a fabulous trip – seeing the sunrise just outside of…
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I spent a long, lazy weekend with friends I've known since high school (several much longer than that)… just lying around a pool, eating, drinking, talking about our health issues, our parent issues, and whatever other issues happened to be on our minds. (Hence, I learned a whole lot about the benefits of extra…
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For most of this day, I sat at my kitchen table, close to all of my kids plus my mom, constantly giving thanks that I could do so. I can't think of a better way to spend Mother's Day. I am blessed and I know it. "I got to grow up with a mother…
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I first met Rosa over the phone several weeks ago when I was working phone duty. She called inquiring about a house for lease. The next day I met her and her daughter, a law student, at the house. "I like it," her daughter said. But I could tell Rosa wasn't quite sold on…