…on how if you can’t even, cant

I can’t even…. I hear these words often from fellow mothers when looking at pictures of their children that pop up on Facebook’s time hop.  Like, “I can’t even deal with how cute she was” or “I can’t even believe how much he has grown”.  So when unpacking a box of Christmas things from years…

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…on how the old me knew me

A couple of months ago, I was headed to Denver to participate in my third women’s empowerment conference, called Emerging Women Live, and this year I needed a photo of myself.  While I had flexed my event management muscles as a part of the volunteer staff the prior two years, this year was going to…

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…on what made today “the” day

  At a little after 9 on the evening of October 23, 1989 I thought it was too late to call my dad.  I had just gotten off the phone with my sister in Arizona — I had called to tell her I was pregnant.  It was my first and I had just been to…

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…on rising to the occasion, not the bait

Last night I attended a hot-air balloon festival with my 10 year old daughter and some friends.  It was a beautiful, balmy early-September-in-Indiana evening.  You could say it was perfect.  We had taken camp chairs and our cameras (my daughter is a budding photographer) and set up a spot near the end of the field…

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…on glad wrap, glad tidings and gladiolus

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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…on the lessons of fierce rather than the less-thans of fears.

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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