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When strangers remind us that the world may not be so lost after all… Every now and then, a stranger reaches through the noise of the world and presses the little button inside of me that says, See? All is not lost. I grew up being told to have faith in people because they will…
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A letter, because ME is wordy and chatty, I hope finds its way backward through the smoke and fire of the world… Dear Present Me, I know you are tired. Not the ordinary kind of tired that can be fixed with a nap, a strong cup of coffee, or one of those inspirational mugs. I…
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Some meals blur into the hum of travel. Others arrive with a silver spoon, a rainstorm, and a dessert that literally catches fire. I still remember my first brunch at Brennan’s in New Orleans as if the courtyard were framed in glass just for us. We were on vacation in our motorhome, headed toward Mexico,…
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A short, serious little rant about common sense, change-counting, and the lost art of knowing how life actually works… At this point in the world’s evolution, I sometimes wonder what schools are teaching anymore. I do not say that to insult teachers, many of them are doing heroic work with too little time, too many…
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Rambling on about My Wonky Little Furry Family…. I am dog people. Always have been. Not “I like dogs” people. Not “aw, what a cute puppy” people. I mean dog people—the kind who can spot a mutt across a parking lot and immediately begin wondering about his backstory, his snack preferences, and whether he has…
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My mother used to say, “Advice is free, but you still have to be careful to take only what is worth having.” At the time, I thought that sounded like something mothers say when they are trying to keep you from making a mess of your life, and at that time, I was usually very…
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Worry, and I go way back. We are not exactly friends, but we have spent enough time together that I could probably pick it out of a crowd. It has followed me through childhood, adulthood, motherhood, work, bills, busted appliances, and those mysterious house noises that only happen after everyone else has gone to bed.…
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Rambling on about what words describe my outlook on life… Some people collect seashells, recipes, or shoes they swear they will wear one day. I collect reminders, quotes, and wise words. My favorite hangs on my wall.“ Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It is about learning to dance in the…
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There are people who pack a bag because they have to, and then there are people like me—people who have been quietly packing imaginary suitcases since childhood. Travel has always had a little corner of my heart, probably tucked somewhere between a road map, a bag of snacks, and the sound of tires humming down…
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A short, sharp salute to the quotes of Mark Twain covering honesty, momentum, silence, and suspiciously flexible memory…. I consider myself a wordsmith… I have loved words, quotes, and storytelling all my years. I was so blessed to have so many storytellers in my life to feed my mind and heart. I heard a lot…
