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An Amazing Human
I don’t write about my daughter in great detail and won’t tell her this is publishing because she’ll cry, but I’d rather apologize later than ask permission. She’s always had a love for ‘the brand’. When we used to go shopping together, I’d show her a garment being considered for purchase and she’d slide her…
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Bloom in Silence
The Crepe Myrtle was here when we moved in. It was planted, but not nurtured, so it didn’t know the power it held. I learned when and how to cut it back so it could rest off season. Each year it grew and bloomed a little bit longer than the last, but this year it…
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Becoming
I don’t bounce out of bed every morning with a smile on my face, but that’s the goal. As a matter of fact, not bouncing is my first clue. If I choose to lay in bed and let my mind start running wild, that’s a road straight downhill, so it’s best to get my feet…
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Uncoil the Hose
There are all kinds of gadgets to keep watering hoses organized and most are designed to keep it tightly coiled. For decades, every aspect of my life was wound tight like a watering hose. Last summer, I purchased a large, metal, decorative drum to coil my hose in and my daughter was amused how perfectly…
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Ease into August
I left the music playing in the house as I walked outside to care for the flowers. Stepping back inside to grab a glass of water, this song was playing. As the water filled my glass my eyes well up in sync. That’s what this song does to me. It hits my heart center and…
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Cooking for One
Working from home I get hungry, but it’s hard to stop and fix something nourishing. I don’t get hungry early, so before noon, I’ll drink a Kachava and that get’s me through to an afternoon snack, or early dinner. Drinking tons of water keeps me hydrated, but it also curbs cravings. If I spend the…
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The Crunchy Season
A friend in the neighborhood has been traveling over the summer, so I’ve been keeping her flowers watered while she’s away. She mentioned looking out the widow of the airplane while landing in Texas and everything looked dead. What she was seeing is fondly referred to as the crunchy season. I was walking home one…
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Good Orderly Direction
Over the weekend, I walked through a fine example of how God shows off in my life. When people suggest listening to that ‘still small voice’, you can trust it. I pulled the stool up to my typewriter, inserted paper and began typing a letter to a friend. It was late Saturday morning, but the…
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My Father’s Daughter
To work in the yard, I wear similar clothing fondly referred to as ‘yard clothes’. A pair of lightweight Capri pants, a white, V-neck, men’s undershirt, ankle socks and yard shoes which resemble last year’s sneakers. Daddy was a gardener and could grow anything. I think he had more than a green thumb, Daddy had…

