Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: Indulgence
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Our grandfather clock is chiming midnight. Rain pours – no, roars – outside my window, just the kind of rain we need. A blessed sound, for sure. Every once in awhile I catch a flash of lightning in the distance. I've just finished a few things for work … or at least all I can…
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It would have been intimidating growing up with such a beautiful big sister if she had been the type to criticize or belittle. But I was blessed with Brenda. Sure, she liked to tease me sometimes, and even lost her temper with me once or twice, but given that I was a…
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I'm rocking out on my back deck (literally…in my rocking chair), sipping iced coffee, listening to a few birds chattering nearby. It's a hot summer day, but I'm in the shade. It feels great, thanks to a breeze. My grandpuppy Josie lies nearby. Her mama and daddy are off on an adventure and we were happy…
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I spent a long, lazy weekend with friends I've known since high school (several much longer than that)… just lying around a pool, eating, drinking, talking about our health issues, our parent issues, and whatever other issues happened to be on our minds. (Hence, I learned a whole lot about the benefits of extra…
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For most of this day, I sat at my kitchen table, close to all of my kids plus my mom, constantly giving thanks that I could do so. I can't think of a better way to spend Mother's Day. I am blessed and I know it. "I got to grow up with a mother…