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Category: Friendship
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One of the best things about my boys being in scouts was meeting and hanging out with the other parents – really a bunch of awesome, interesting, fun people who ended up being some of our best friends. It was through our boys and scouts that I became friends with Kim, one of my "Jersey girls". The boys got older and out of…
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According to our friend's GPS program, our house doesn't exist. No matter how he typed in our address…"Adrian Way", "Adrian Boulevard"…it said there was no such place. I knew we lived in a beautiful place…even magical at times…but I guarantee it's not Narnia or Oz. Our mail gets delivered, for goodness sakes. Granted, it's put in a…
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Tom spent this past Thursday evening in the emergency room. He was fine, but a friend of his fell on some steps leaving their office building and landed headfirst- Tom said it sounded like a bowling ball hitting the concrete. The miracle of it all is the friend suffered no damage – they ran all…
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Waking up to silence and soft sunshine, just the ticking of a clock, a bird singing outside the window, instead of the buzzing of an alarm clock slicing through a dream, waking me to a bedroom still cloaked with night…that's why I love Saturday mornings like this…the ones when I have nothing planned but trying…
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"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares." (Henri Nouwen) I wanted to go to a funeral…
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This has been one of those odd weeks that has zoomed by and yet simultaneously seemed to last forever. Weather-wise, it started with fog, which made way for ice, but ultimately the sunshine won out. Emotion-wise, it's been a week of highs and lows as well. At the end of the week, like a glowing beacon, a…
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Friday was summer…sunshine, shorts, sweat, air-conditioning in the car. Saturday was winter…gray skies, biting wind, bundle up, heater on. Sunday is a compromise. Yesterday Tom and I met friends downtown at the Home and Garden Show, hoping for more Garden than we found. While the show was a bit of a let-down, it was fun…
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The deep voice coming up out of the stairwell startled me this morning - Tom and Kendall were still asleep. No one else was home. Who could it be? But before I even had a chance to throw a butcher knife or something, Daniel's head (smiling face), then shoulders, then the rest of him appeared coming up…
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It's another Friday night, another wide-open weekend ahead of me. Tonight there's a cribbage game in the kitchen, a fire in the woodburning stove, and music in the air. I'll probably watch a movie later. But I have so much I need to do, and want to do, by Sunday evening! I know in a blink the…
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I do believe in karma, or whatever you want to call it when things come back to bite you in the butt. For instance, I just planned to take a few minutes after Kendall and I came home from shopping and I finished my fruit salad, and before I "moved the laundry around" some more…
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