Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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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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…Love, love is the answer, whoo-hooAnd that's all rightSo don't you give up now, whoo-hooIt's so easy to findJust look to your soul (Look to your soul)And open your mind Crystal blue persuasion… It was 1969. I was ten and having the time of my life, because my sister was a lifeguard and she often…
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They were waiting for me in the mailbox yesterday evening. Ah, Mark and Debbie…you haven't aged a bit since I last saw you forty-one years ago! I don't remember when the book first appeared in our home, but I know I had discovered it by the time I was in 4th grade and…
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I hung up my waiter apron on Wednesday. Well, technically, I just added it to the to-be-washed pile of laundry at the winery, instead of bringing it home with me like I have for the past two years. It was a bittersweet moment. Even though being a waiter wasn't what I wanted to be when…
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Thirty-one years. That's officially how long Tom and I have been married as of this evening, around 6 or 7 pm. And they said you couldn't find lasting love in a bar… …No more looking for love in all the wrong placesLooking for love in too many facesSearching your eyes, looking for tracesOf what.. I'm dreaming…
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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 golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Eliot These days, more than ever, I'm trying stay focused on the minute I'm standing in…to not let my mind replay…
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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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