Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Family
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A dance, a kiss, some conversation. That's how it all started, twenty-eight years ago tonight. When I walked into the club that long ago Friday night, pondering my lonely future, a dark cloud hovered over my head conjured by my dour thoughts. It's hard to imagine now, but there I was at twenty-two, already feeling so old. So…
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Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the…
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The pretty waitress with the green eyes and dark curly hair caught his eye, but he was too shy to ask her out. Nevertheless, he told all of the other highway patrolmen that she was off limits. The pretty waitress wondered why none of the handsome highway patrolman would ask her out! Finally, someone told her…
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Aside from holidays, it's a rare day when I get to see all three of my kids. That's one of the down sides of this Empty Nest thing. And even holidays aren't a given anymore. But today is one of those rare, treasured days! I spent the whole day with Kendall, battling early morning Austin…
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Wednesday started out just copying Tuesday…coffee, toast, fresh air and critter-care, work-out, shower and on to work (computer, computer, computer – trademark screenings, emails, blog posts.) No originality at all! But sometime after lunch, I felt a change. Not in the routine, but in my attitude, where all real change takes place. After work, I chased the…
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Being a father to a son…hoping your footprints lead him in the right direction, knowing he's watching you for clues on how to be a man, remembering all of the outside influences that can be so distracting to a boy growing up…that's got to be tough enough when you have one son, but imagine if you had nine sets…
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Remembering my friend Nancy on her birthday, and feeling very grateful for our friendship.
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Even if you’re not a huge Quentin Tarantino fan, there’s a chance you’ll still like “Inglourious Basterds”, if you can overlook Tarantino’s signature overuse of gore.
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TG is really and truly a college student now, surrounded with college and all things college-related. By the time I got home from work yesterday, she had her things packed and ready to go. She had even tidied up her bedroom! Daniel and his friend Austin met us at her dorm and helped us get her…
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Charly's face, hopeful and questioning, peered at me through the French doors, his white fur glowing in the soft light of dawn. He hadn't done that in ages – obviously, he took our morning walks for granted as much as I did. But this was going on three days! Please, Mom? "Don't worry – we're going this morning.…
Long Hollow 