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Category: Friendship
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I spotted it when I stepped out onto the front porch one morning this past week, in between trips to Houston. I noticed the fossil first, thinking it had fallen from its spot on the windowsill above the bench where it now rested. Then I realized it had been placed there to…
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Back then it was slumber parties…scary stories…dancing…eating junk food…wrapping houses…riding bikes…prank calls…boys… Back then Rae was the life of the party…always on the move…full of ideas…as playful and mischievous as a puppy… Fast forward forty-four years and things haven't changed very much, thank goodness! We're still having slumber parties where we tell scary stories about…
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September has always been one of my favorite months. The air feels a little drier, crisper…summer temperatures begin their slow (and short, in Texas) descent into winter…the sky sheds its faded denim and dresses in vibrant azure. I'm eager to spend every minute of September outside, enjoying it all. But there are other reasons I…
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One of the first and best gifts my parents ever gave me was my big sister, or "See-uh-stuh" as I called her for the first few years – I don't remember when I switched to Brenda. How do people make it through life without a sister? ~Sara Corpening I've asked myself this question so many…
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The puppies were pouncing in tall grass, chasing some tiny unseen prey. It made me laugh, but it was time to get home so I wouldn't be late for work. So, calling them to follow, I turned to continue down our path…and that's when I saw it: an owl sitting on a low branch not…
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Most of us don't need a psychiatric therapist as much as a friend to be silly with. ~Robert Brault I just staggered in from the annual Diva gathering at my friend Rae's house. Two nights and days of margaritas and non-stop talking, too much food, and too little sleep. The sun barely made an…
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We've been on a rollercoaster ride with my parents the past two days…my sister, Brenda, on the front lines with them, dealing with EMS and emergency rooms…me on the receiving end of texts and phone updates from her. It started yesterday, when Daddy apparently had a mini-stroke. The sweet! of it is he made…
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