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Category: Every Picture Tells a Story
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My plan for today: To clean this filthy house and, while I have 2/3 of my kids here to help, get all of the boxes of Christmas decorations upstairs and ready to unpack. Instead: I slept in, watched an episode of Rick Steves where he and his family travel to Europe at Christmastime, went for…
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Today is Mama's 81st birthday. I get to spend the whole day with her, and for that I am very, very grateful. A few years ago, in honor of her 77th birthday, I started compiling a list of things she has taught me. Each year since then, on her birthday, I've added to it. I wish…
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"Lord, if your people need me, I will not refuse the work. Your will be done." ~St. Martin of Tours My big brother Buster was headed to Viet Nam, saying his goodbyes, when I stood beside him in this photograph and smiled. I had no idea what was ahead of him. This was…
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I opened the mailbox Friday morning on my way to work, expecting the usual foul contents – bills and junk mail. And there it was, sitting on top of the pile like a glittering jewel – a package containing a T-shirt from my artistic, doodling, blogging friend Cyndee Starr, aka She Who Doodles. …
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Summer and autumn traded places while I was gone. The purple flowers have faded, and the splashes of gold have moved from the blossoms that used to line the road up to the trees. It's amazing the change a few days can make. “Friends show their love in times of trouble.” ~ Euripes I…
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I might see some trick-or-treaters this evening. I'm excited about that. When you live a mile down a dirt road in a Hollow of few houses and no small children, Halloween is like any other night. Quiet. No one ever comes to your door. Even when my kids were actively hustling for candy, I had…
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This is the way I remember it: Tom and I were driving down the highway, headed to Houston's Methodist Hospital for the first time, because Daddy was about to have surgery for an abdominal aneurism. I was pregnant with my first baby and worried about Daddy. I was praying, praying, praying… …and then I was…
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Ping-pong season has arrived! Afternoon temperatures are still flirting with the 90's, but cool fronts have pushed the mosquitos and most of the humidity off of the front porch, so Tom set up the table Saturday afternoon and we played for the first time in months, listening to music and talking about random…
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The key to a successful marriage is having at least a few things in common. For Tom and me, the list includes visiting Civil War battlegrounds, watching 'Breaking Bad', hiking… and eating. Especially desserts. Especially Cyclops Cookies. It's his mom's fault. And I thank her profusely. I remember that first Christmas, before we…
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