life
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Because I am never satisfied with simple… Let’s dream deeper. Some people dream of dinner with movie stars, royalty, or long-lost relatives. Me? I want a table crowded with authors, the sort of gathering where the coffee gets cold, the candles burn low, and the food grows cold. I feel that nobody would even notice…
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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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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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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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Rambling on about personal responsibility, imperfection, boundaries and accepting evolution and change… There is a certain freedom in admitting that life is not perfect. Not in a gloomy, “everything is terrible, pass the stale crackers” kind of way, but in a deeply human, shoulders-dropping, exhale-finally kind of way. Life is messy. People are complicated. Plans…
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Rambling on about eye contact, small talk, and the extinction of people skills… It happened slowly, which is probably why we almost missed it. Basic skills did not vanish with a dramatic puff of smoke or a tiny violin playing in the background. They slipped out the side door while we were all looking down…
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The fictional character I relate to most in this season of life…. Apparently, I have entered my Ouiser Boudreaux era. Yes, that Ouiser from Steel Magnolias… sharp-tongued, honest as a cast-iron skillet, and just Southern enough to say the thing everybody else is thinking but is too polite to let leave their mouth. I was…
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Rambling on about fate, faith, bad timing, and the choices we swear we thought through… People love to say, “Everything happens for a reason.” It sounds comforting, doesn’t it? Like the universe has a clipboard, a headset, and a very detailed schedule. Missed the bus? Reason. Got your heart broken? Reason. Burned the toast, lost…
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A witty little love letter to an old lyric, a good mama, and the kind of morning that needs a soundtrack… Some songs do not simply get stuck in your head. They move in, hang curtains, put a kettle on, and start rearranging the furniture in your heart. For me, that song is “Oh, What…
