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Our Inner Child
On social media, people are posting pictures of snow, and this stirs up some of my best childhood memories. Our house sat almost at the top a hill and the road was paved with chunky asphalt. A drainage pipe laid under each driveway installed by the city, and I remember ours had a concrete bowl…
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I See Grace
A friend Marco Polo’d me and said, “I’m not gonna ask about your Christmas, because I read your blog!” Sometimes I forget that people actually read what’s poured out here, and I’m not really just talking to myself. 😂 I’m happy to be standing in a new year, but I haven’t done a very good…
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The Magic of Christmas
I’ve been dodging anyone who asks, “How was your Christmas?” I spent time acknowledging the true meaning of Christmas, but didn’t connect to the magic of the season. My daughter and I didn’t get to see one another, so it didn’t feel like Christmas for either of us. Christmas has always been a big deal…
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Think Small
Running out of dog food, or half and half will force me out of my house to go buy more, but even the half and half can be replaced with a mixture of milk and cream, which I usually have. If it wasn’t for the dogs, I’d rarely leave home. The dogs add structure to…
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Full of Thanks
Hearing the rain made me thankful I followed my heart the day before by lighting a fire in the firepit. I’d been wanting to light one all week, but it’s either been too windy, or rainy to light it. There was a pile of sticks inside the pit collected from the yard over the summer…
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The Winter Bloom
This morning, I watched the sunrise out the window of my writing room. I never knew my daughter’s old room had the best view of the sunrise until now and it was a magical sight. There are some plants in here preparing for a winter bloom. I don’t have much use for house plants, but…
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Collecting Moments
My daughter thought it was hilarious that I finally scraped the strip of blue tape from the window. Sadly, it helped both of us realize how dirty all our windows are. It’s funny what we notice, but ignore simultaneously and it’s been so long since I’ve cleaned the outside of a window that I’d forgotten…
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A Clean Window
A single, blue strip of painter’s tape ran along the bottom of the glass pane of the window. I have no idea why it was there and to add to the mystery, it was stuck to the outside of the glass. It had absorbed years of Texas sun and looked to be baked on while…
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My Life is a Meme
Try swapping, “That was lucky”, to “Thank you, God!” 💖
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Good Enough
While living alone there’s not a lot of opportunity to speak out loud, or to hear yourself talk, so you create small practices. I call friends and family on the phone, or see a neighbor while out for a walk and stop long enough to carry on a conversation. Alone doesn’t mean you lose your…
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Permission to Rest
It’s one of the most difficult practices I’ve taken on and has taken all year to come to terms with it. I was born the very last year of the boomer generation, so I learned how to be ‘driven’ and some would say harnessed an ‘over achiever’ attitude. If you rested, you were being lazy…
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Use Every Room
This post was sitting in drafts but most of it was copied over and published as, ‘Believer’. Here’s a snippet of what’s left. I’m sitting smack in the middle of my daughter’s old room while writing this. Mainly because it’s the coolest room in the house this time of day. In the late afternoon, the…
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My Life is a Meme
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