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Category: In the News
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"Our backs ache, our skirts are too tight, we shake our booties from left to right!" A mom in Detroit was shocked to hear this coming out of her 6-year-old daughter's mouth – it was a cheer she'd been taught to chant on her cheerleading squad. OMG! The mom did just what I would have…
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The roar of crashing breakers on the beach. That's one of my absolute favorite sounds and, right now, it's just outside my back door. If I close my eyes and step onto my back deck, I'm instantly whisked to the balcony of a condo in Port Aransas… the sound of the waves filling the air…
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There's a tropical storm in my backyard. I thought it was just regular old rain when I woke up this morning and I was grateful it waited until the holiday weekend was over to get back to work. Then I turned on the television and a woman in a slicker suit told me it was…
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Since I'm a good wife and mother, I subscribe to Men's Health Today emails. That way I can forward them to Tom and my boys, nagging virtually when I can't do it in person. Sometimes I read the articles, but often I don't have time, and that's what happened today. But the title and blurb…
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I'm still hoping to post part 2 of the Shallue Vacation 2010 later today, but I came across something during my break from sweating that I wanted to share right away. (Tom and I are tidying up outside… mostly taming the overgrown weeds and cleaning up the "puppy playpen" on our porch.) My friend Gina lives…
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Yesterday morning as Max enjoyed his breakfast, I sipped my coffee and watched the clouds drift across an electric blue sky… a sky so blue I imagined God uploading it to Picasa and hitting the 'saturate' button to achieve it. Two Great Blue Herons flew down the Hollow in front of me, following the creek…
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"Those that will learn to pray, let them go to sea." – George Herbert Welsh, poet 17th century I'm thinking of the pristine beaches of northern Florida …so many memories in my heart … the kids digging in the sand, building castles, gathering shells, snorkeling and bodysurfing …the deserted stretch we lucked upon last summer,…
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Candles flicker, casting shadows. The lights are dimmed and I sit near the back, watching the flames. It's quiet – so quiet I hear the ringing in my ears over the distant sounds of cars passing the church. I almost talked myself into just staying home. I feel so tired … what if I fall…
Long Hollow 