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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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I received my Valentine's Day surprise early Friday morning – a stomach bug. It knocked me out all day and left me feeling like a ragdoll all weekend. Thank goodness my son Daniel was able to deliver the fancy box of Millionaire candy I bought for Mama, so she still had something special, and…
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Looks like the sun found its way out of That dark cloud that keeps following me around At least for today I've got a ray of hope I've opened doors and I've burned some bridges I'm still looking for my fairy tale ending There’s a lot of time left before the…
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I'm sure we passed each other in the hallways of our junior high and high school. We might have even shared a class or two. Perhaps we even spoke once or twice. But if we did, I don't remember. So even though her face and name were familiar, I truly didn't know Debbie until Facebook…
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Tuesdays are my favorite day of the week, because of property tours! We started this week's tour by traveling back in time to the days of the pioneers. The Lake Travis pioneers, anyway, who braved the narrow, twisty road out from Austin to the north shore to enjoy life on the lake. (It's now…
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Last night I spent hours with a camera around my neck, stalking guests at the local Women's Club fundraising gala. Now, mind you, it's pretty standard for me to have my camera hanging around my neck at any function I attend…well, anywhere I go… but last night was different: instead of complaining about me taking…
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A sky of faded gray flannel. The swoosh of a cold wind bullying the treetops, making the old cedars creak and groan down to their roots. Frozen toes eager to be back inside, warming near a fire. After days of sunshine and spring-like temperatures that sent juniper spores partying through the atmosphere, we're reminded that…
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Tomorrow is my cousin Patricia's birthday. She's always held a special place in my heart, beginning when she was a teenager. Unlike some of my other teenage cousins, she was consistently nice to me when we went to visit, even though I was a brat. I haven't forgotten. Her dad was one of…
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"…and suddenly, it was Thursday night." That was going to be the title of this post, because there I was, still chipping away at my Monday To-Do list, "…and suddenly, it was Thursday night." Does that ever happen to you? I did have a couple of exciting things happen this week I want to tell…