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I am not a food blogger. Oh, I may write about my Cyclops Cookies, Tom's better-than-Hooter's hot wings, and yummy sushi from Eddie V's, but they're mingled with my stories about dogs and mice and dancing and friendship. I'll never be a niche blogger of any kind, because I could never make up my…
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I'm not proud to admit this, but I missed church this morning because of the rain. Right about the time Daniel and I were going to head out the door (Tom was still snoozing!) – already running late because we had to let the terrified dogs into the laundry room – the break in the…
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If Daddy answers the phone when I call my parents, our conversation is a quick one. "I can't talk," he'll complain. "You sound fine to me," I'll tell him. "What? I can't hear you. Here's your mother." And that's that. Strokes have taken their toll on his vocal chords. The effort to speak is…
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Saturday morning I woke to the sound of rain. Lots and lots of rain. I staggered to my computer and pulled up radar of our area. A huge green and yellow blob was blinking its way straight for us. A blessing for sure in this time of drought, two days in a row of serious…
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Yesterday I helped a friend celebrate her son Ryan's graduation from the University of Texas. We enjoyed beer, barbecue, and a cake decorated like Big Bertha, the large drum wheeled around at halftime performances, because Ryan was on the Big Bertha team for the Longhorn Band. I got to see all of my…
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1. You know you're getting old when, instead of taking friends up on an invitation to listen to live music on a Friday night after work, you walk your friend's dogs, eat dinner alone at Panda Express, pick up a few things at Walmart, and make brownies for your friend's son's college graduation party…
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The fairy tale is over, at least for me and Tom. While my son and his beautiful bride continue their romantic story over in Italy, we've said goodbye to the rehearsal dinner leftovers and the last out-of-town guest. My mother-in-law left this morning. No more eating out or playing cutthroat games of 3-13, where I actually…
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1. What a week full of tragedy, heartbreak, and heroism. First the bombing in Boston and subsequent acts of unselfishness and goodness that proved only light can conquer darkness…and that there's plenty of light in Boston. We witnessed it in the behavior of all of its citizens. Next, the explosion in West, Texas, so close…
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Instead of exercising this morning before heading to work, I made the mistake of clicking on my LinkedIn profile when I got on the computer to pay some bills. By the time I finished updating it, I was scrambling to make it to work on time. So as soon as I stepped in the door…
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Does anyone read blog posts in the middle of the night? It seems it's the only time I finally get to post, after finishing up the higher priority items on my to-do lists. BlogHer is asking for nominations for their Voices of the Year, in the categories of Heart, Humor, Inspiration, and OpEd. I had…
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