Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Call me mom
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For Jillsy's One Word Wednesday… the word is "sweet", and of course, being Daniel's 22nd birthday, all I could think of is what a sweet soul, a sweet spirit he has and he is. I've already written one whole post about him in honor of his birthday (click HERE to read it and more about…
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Daniel, my middle child, my analytical clown…my super-thoughtful, super-sensitive, super-balanced son… turns 22 today. Twenty-two? Huh? Isn't he still just my little boy, playing out an intricate action adventure with his monster trucks in the living room (Watch me, Mama! Watch me!) The truth is, yes, in my heart he will always be that little…
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We should never be ashamed to own that we have been in the wrong, which is but saying that we are wiser today than we were yesterday. Alexander Pope Thank you Mr. Pope, but I'm still ashamed to tell this story – I fear I'm no wiser than on the day it happened. But the…
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…when you hear on the news that there's a shooter on the campus where your kids spend their days… and then you hear he's in a library and so you glance at your son's schedule and see he's supposed to be at his job in a library right at that minute, and so your heart,…
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Monday was a good day. Despite being out of coffee (remembering as soon as I stepped into the kitchen that it was the main reason I planned to go to the grocery store after shopping with TG the night before) the lightning, thunder and expletives a morning without fresh hot coffee would normally trigger stayed…
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I heard Daughtry sing his new song "September" today. I've heard it before, but it wasn't until the words drifted through my head this morning that I realized it could be a theme song for this Fifty decade I'm traveling through. "How the time passed away…" It's depressing to think about, and kind of hard…
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I passed her several times in the grocery store, the young mother, as we both weaved our way up and down the aisles. She was dressed nice – she must have gotten off work, grabbed the kids from daycare and had to hit the store before heading home. She was tired – I could tell…
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Our oldest, Tommy, and his girlfriend, Kirby, came in last night. We had a fun evening – spent some time talking on the front porch… Tom fixed fajitas… Tommy mixed up some "Red-Headed Bitch" margaritas (the mix was one of Kirby's graduation gifts) that tasted a lot like cherry sno-cones… and then we watched a…
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"Happy first anniversary, Barbara!" the email said. It was from my Hyundai dealer – my sweet little car turned a year old this month. Wow! The past 12 months with it have been bliss – that "new car" smell is long gone, and I don't wash the dirt-road-dust off of it every week, but it's…
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