Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Family
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It's Halloween weekend, and you won't find a single witch, ghost, goblin, or scarecrow on the premises…there's not even a pumpkin on my porch, much less a jack-o-lantern. No, I'm not against Halloween. I love it! It's always been one of my favorite holidays! (And I do not believe that means I'm a bad Christian.) I hated when…
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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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Saturday I sang happy birthday to Daddy in person and watched him blow out his big "84" candles. What a wonderful way to spend an afternoon. It was a very low key weekend, just what I needed. We glanced through Daddy's college yearbooks – Texas Tech '47 and '48 (By '49 he was a Highway…
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Today's my Daddy's 84th birthday. He complains about this or that, like not being able to think of the word he needs that's on the tip of his tongue, or not having the energy he used to have… but these are things I'm already dealing with! He's got scars from top to bottom, thanks to…
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When I walked in the door yesterday evening, Tom was pulling a bottle of Tabasco Sauce from the refrigerator. It was Hot Wings night. I mentioned in another post how I'm fighting those nasty debt demons; I didn't mention how Tom is fighting them, because he deserves a whole post of his own. What does…
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What a glorious evening! Autumn finally rolled into Texas on the late train last night, dropping temperatures twenty degrees and sweeping the humidity and the mosquitoes somewhere else. The window beside me is open; a harmony of the crickets and the little creek, rushing to Lake Travis, is drifting in along with the cool breeze. …
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…and they're still in love. It hasn't always been easy. I'm sure there were times they couldn't stand each other, because how could you live with someone for that long and not feel like you want to claw their face (symbolically speaking only, of course. Ahem.) But they loved each other through those times, clinging…
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