Tag: wisdom
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The Most Sacred Phase
It felt like coming home after being away for months, or at the very least, sliding my feet into my favorite pair of fuzzy slippers at the end of a long day. Over the weekend, the desk returned to the writing room and I sat down, gazed out the window in hopes of seeing a…
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Better with Age
I’m reminding myself to sit outside several times a day for a few minutes. I’m careful to protect my skin, but this uplifts my mood immensely. I knew it was the week of spring break when the streets came to life with screaming children. I’m not sure why children scream nowadays, but they do. When…
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The Alone Chair
In this post here we talked about finding the perfect outdoor chair, but didn’t buy it when it went off sale. I found it on a different website regularly priced at the other company’s sale price, so it was like, “Come to Mama.” This year has been about getting good at being alone with limited…
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No More Flies
I was surprised to be entrusted with this, but they see me taking care of plants outdoors, so assumed I’d know how to attend to them indoors. Those are two totally different beasts, but last Winter I practiced taking care of some indoors and for the most part was successful. My neighbors went to visit…
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Go and Live Your Life
I was raised in an era where the rules were, you get a job, get married, buy a house plus cars, have kids and that would be your life. You stayed together no matter what, for the sake of the kids, but ten years ago, I realized that wasn’t true and didn’t want my daughter…
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Share What You Know
Welcome to another installment of Share What You Know. The years we’ve spent roaming this earth, offer ample opportunity to learn and share what you know. Recently, I shared this tip with someone and it was like a revelation to them, so it’s my pleasure to share it here with you. I like to purchase…
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Share What You Know
It was this time last year that I was walking though Wal-Mart when I cut through the grocery department and noticed two young girls, no more than 20 years old, walking toward me. They were squinting at a list that had been torn from a small notepad. No doubt handwritten and most likely in cursive.…

