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Category: Hitting the road
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Here I am sitting on another Friday facing a jam-packed weekend and I haven't even mentioned the last one yet! How did Friday sneak up on me like this? Has it really been a week since I helped surprise Lexie for her 50th birthday? (She's the one in the blue birthday sash.) I didn't…
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I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life. ~ Abraham Lincoln I collect things … books, crosses, photographs. I also collect memories, tucking them away in my heart, filing them according to category, to be pulled out at a later date when they're needed.…
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Sometime in the dark morning, I woke to the rumble of thunder and the drumming of rain on our metal roof. I drifted back to sleep in the middle of a prayer, but rose at 5 am to make a pot of coffee and check the weather forecast on the kitchen television, fingers crossed. Damn.…
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Frankie the Guinea Fowl usually escorts me to my car every morning, then runs alongside until we reach the property line. I have no idea why; it's just what he does. For some reason, he feels this is his duty and therefore, I'm honored. This morning, however…no Frankie! I finally traced his chirps into the…
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I refuse to complain about how tired I am. I could already be in bed if I really wanted to be, but instead, I chose to upload and edit the pictures from this past weekend and then tell you all about it. It was a fabulous weekend…but an exhausting one, as well. Husband Tom and…
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Turning onto Washington, driving toward my parents' house, is like turning pages in an old photo album – everything is much greener and the trees are much taller, but that's Chris Santiago's house on the corner…there's Karen LaRue's house – she had a big playhouse in her backyard…the Astons' house, the Andersons', the Farr's first house,…
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"You're the one I think of when Brad Paisley sings 'She's Everything,'" the new groom sang to his bride, strumming his guitar, watching tears fill her eyes, oblivous to the rest of us crowding around to listen. "We've come a…
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