Where seeds of thought have room to grow
Category: My Evolution
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"At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us." ~ Albert Schweitzer My friend Jillsy sent this to me last week – my prize for contributing the most…
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Today is my birthday. Can you guess how old I am? Yep, that's right. All of them. The great thing about getting older is you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been. – Madeleine L’Engle Isn't it funny how you stay pretty much the same on the inside while the outside changes so much? …
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I circled “College Degree/Career Woman” on my life map long ago. The specifics were vague, but I had faith they’d become clear along the way. Sure enough, after high school, I stepped onto a sure-fire route: "Full Scholarship in Chemical Engineering". The path turned bumpy right away: tough classes in subjects that didn't interest me;…
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I've been home alone for the past few days, holding down the fort, while the rest of my bunch have been out having Spring Break fun. I didn't begrudge them heading out for fun and adventure while I had to work – I take an annual Fall Break, an escape to the coast with girlfriends.…
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Tommy's cough was back, worse than before, poor baby. No preschool for him tomorrow; that meant one of us would have to stay home with him, give him nebulizer treatments every four hours. Probably take him back to the doctor. I hoped he wouldn't need another round of Prednisone. "I took off work last time," Tom…
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The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate. ~ Opray Winfrey I turned 50 almost two years ago, along with all of the people I went to school with. We spent a fabulous year celebrating one birthday after another, each time celebrating all of us jumping into…
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The trio of crape myrtles at the top of our walk are bare, just bunches of naked gray branches with nary a leaf, much less the beautiful pink blossoms they flaunted last summer. And yet I know somewhere inside those gray-brown forlorn branches, new buds are waiting. They are biding their time, waiting for the…
Long Hollow 