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On the Way to Blogging Today
I turned on the computer, Sat down, Looked at the screen, Scratched my head, Searched my heart pockets, Mind wandered over a million thoughts- but none became crystal clear. Stomach…
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Badge of Honor
Sacha came in after his first day of hard work. He was sweaty, dirty, tired and very angry. He looked at me and nearly sneered, “Mom, I didn’t come…
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Flashback 1968
In 1968 my father had a dairy and we lived on a farm. I had three younger brothers (the fourth brother wasn’t yet born), a dog named Cindy, and a…
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Tres Fabu
My cousin Shelley is an artist. Her creative spirit has inspired me since I was a child. I want you to see her floral artistry and be taken by her…
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Under a Peach Tree
In the morning pick a ripe peach, one that has been sun kissed. Slice the peach in sliver strips and put them in a bowl. Pretending sugar is a light rain water…
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For Daisy
My friends’ newborn baby is critical ill. The outcome is uncertain. I called them knowing that it didn’t matter that I didn’t know what to say… knowing that I didn’t have healing powers…
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Slow Dancing on the Plank
Do you see the plank of wood extending from one rock to the other? That is just a small part of the craziness you must endure to go…
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Flying over the Edge
Along the Northern California coastline the views from Highway 1 are nothing short of spectacular. If you are the driver you must focus on the road ahead or possibly find…
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