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The Way to a Man’s Heart is through his Stomach
French husband loves to eat. I was taught that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. It stands to reason…
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Heart Song
A woman wrote me saying her heart was heavy. She didn't know who to turn to. She asked if I would listen. Have you ever wanted to fill someone's heart…
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Going Barefoot
My daughter is growing up. I stare at her is disbelief. Wasn’t it a few days ago that I was singing, "This little piggy goes to the market, this little…
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Dinner Party Par Terre
When the guests arrived everything was in its place. Candles lite, music turn down low, wine opened, lipstick applied, the table set. Mingle…
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Two Sides
There are two sides to every story and maybe even more. The side of the reflective that listen without haste. The tangible side…
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Share the Love
Many of you have been Sharing the Love and I am giddy with delight! Because of your kindness Tongue in Cheek is…
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Standing amongst Roses
A young boy proudly stands amongst the roses holding his gloved hand on his hip. His song bird flaps her wings taking in the…
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Pretty is a Pink Trunk
What is in the trunk of my car? (No, this is not my car! But it is nicer than my own. I’d love…
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