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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 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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I have often been told I am a dreamer, and honestly, I cannot deny the charge. If dreaming were a minor offense, I would be guilty with glitter on my hands and clouds in my pockets. I have always had what some might call a dreamy outlook on life—part imagination, part wonder, part “look at…
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A love letter to home, independence, birdseed, and the little inventions that keep a body going… I suppose when you reach a certain age, you ought to have purchased more than one thing that turned out to be a blessing. If you have lived long enough, moved enough, learned enough, and maybe limped through a…
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Because apparently listening has become a competitive sport, and most of us forgot to train, and some of us don’t know how to laugh… Misunderstandings are one of those universal life experiences, right up there with losing your keys while holding them, walking into a room and forgetting why, and pretending you understood what someone…
