Stories to encourage and inspire… from the all encompassing heart of a mother
“Where are my keys at?” Today it was keys. Last week it was a hat. Tomorrow it could be a book, a calculator, a… anything. Those with us who have a homing device for lost items (called a uterus in some circles) are used to these types of questions. But… I had a…
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To all the women participating in today’s “World Without Women Day”, I thank you for all you are doing… or not doing… no, doing… to highlight the importance of women in the workplace, in the marketplace, and on the battle front for equality. I appreciate what you… won’t be doing… today on my behalf. I…
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“My favorite part of my body is my mouth. It helps me eat and smile when I’m happy, and frown when I am sad. It shows my expression, to let people know how I’m feeling.” These are some of the words that were a part of an assignment for my 4th grader. They were…
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Glad Wrap. There is nothing joyful about the annoying stuck-on-itself nature of this product, that, once started from its roll from a box that bites, is highly useful. IF you can keep it from reaching back and grabbing itself in mid air on its way to its role as the sealer of all things lidless. …
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My fear was the most confident thing about me. Whispering our fears into a flip turn to fierce turns the “less-thans” into lessons in courage.
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So… is JR dead, or not? I wanted, at first, to call for a script rewrite like it’s the 80’s again and the writers of Dallas knew they had made a mistake so they called it all a dream. And then I wanted coffee. And a moment to think. Not about the promises any…
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“This land is your land….” This line, and the ones that follow it, have been rock and rolling through my head since Friday night. I attended a concert by the Avett Brothers — new favorites for the wit, wisdom and gut wrenching emotion played out on banjos and bass, in an amazing display of musicianship.…
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Baseball has been the backstop for some “best of times” as well as the worst. I grew up barely in Indiana in a rural community on the Ohio state line that couldn’t help but get swept up by the Big Red Machine in the mid-70’s. We bestowed the greatest honor we could think of…
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