Tag: writer
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The Little Guy
Since posting about letting my hair grow, Dwight, over at Faded Jeans Living and I have been sending each other Marco Polos each week. It’s fun as we encourage one another and we laugh together over our own missteps, or at each other! Recently, he was picking on me for calling my new Internet modem,…
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Walk Alongside Them
It’s late afternoon/early evening as I clear a space to start this post. The title came to me while driving to a hair appointment, so if you’re ever stuck…take a drive. I’m still haunted by a woman I met over the weekend. She was sitting at a picnic table outside of the local Texaco in…
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Try It For Ourselves
After receiving the bag of coffee from my neighbor, I thought seriously about giving it back. I even sat down and wrote him a note saying, “Thank you, Ben, but I don’t drink coffee anymore.” That just seemed rude, so the next time I saw him I thanked him for thinking of me. I’ll find…
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Faith Like Wildflowers
I’m still enjoying ironing, but I may have become overly ambitious. I bought a pair of cargo pants made from an almost silky fabric, so they’re very flowy, but the pockets…my gosh…caused flashbacks of the red, ruffled shirt mentioned here. I ironed them, but afterwards thought…you might be visiting the cleaners. At this stage of…
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Every Knock is a Gift
I’m wearing my winter robe and there’s something extremely comforting in that. The outdoor temps cooled down to 50℉ overnight, so the indoor temp is sitting between heat and A/C where neither is running and I’ve opened the backdoor for the dogs at least 10 times in the brief amount of time I’ve been awake.…
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Go Where We Know
I love how each day is already planned out for us, but it’s often our plans that get in the way. I heard a story years ago and can recall snippets, but don’t quote me on this. When we get to heaven, we each have our own space with some of our favorite things. A…
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The Art of Ironing
It’s almost the time of year to swap the winter robe for my gauzy writing robe and I love the feel of this robe. It’s made by Honest Cotton and when walking, it floats along with you. I’ve worn it for years, so it’s thinning in the elbows from writing. When I was 18, I…
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Trust Your Inner Ding
My morning wakeup call arrives courtesy of an owl. It’s odd that such a muffled hoot will pull me from a sound slumber, but then again it seems fitting. Up until now, I presumed the owl lived in a nearby tree, like in a neighbors backyard to be able to hear it so clearly. This…
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Matcha the Moment
A steady flow of challenges have occurred this month and I don’t get excited when this happens, but I remain curious to what each one wants to show me. When life becomes stressful, I look for quiet moments to practice the breath and sometimes this includes watching a calm, 10 minute video on one of…
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Spark the Spirit of Christmas-While Living Solo
This is a difficult season for many and it’s been a struggle for me most of my life, but it seems I’ve gone back to my roots. Every Christmas, Mama moved a piece of furniture out of our den to make space for the tree and one of my older brothers was nominated to climb…
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Walking the Winter
Winter is my favorite time of year to walk and this began a couple of winter’s ago. Walking, for me, is the best form of exercise because every part of the body is pumping. The crisp air fills my lungs as I remember to breathe and inhale deeply. My favorite jeans are getting baggy around…
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Rewrite Our Story
This morning I overslept and didn’t get out of bed until 8am, but it felt good. The day felt more like Sunday than Monday, but I knew in my soul what day it was. November 10, 1998 is the day I stopped drinking and started going to AA. The sobriety birthday comes quietly compared to…
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The Granny Glasses
Last week, my favorite pair of granny glasses broke. The lens fell out and I could have fixed it with super glue, but knew from past experience that if the glue got on the lens it would be a mess. Thankfully my tube of super glue had dried up, because you know I was gonna…
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Golden
He said my journey to wellness wouldn’t be a straight line. That there would be ups and downs…good days and not so good. Patience…dear Lord this takes patience, but mainly with myself as I learn to eat kale and actually enjoy the taste sauteed in olive oil with some minced garlic near the end. I…
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Tips and Tricks
My daughter wants me to write a book for her generation. She says her friends don’t know the tips and tricks that make life easier. For now, I’ll share here and maybe one day she’ll write that book because she’s a more eloquent writer than me. On Saturday morning I decided to treat myself to…
