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July’s Fire

July was eventful for us as well as hot and burning. Sometimes rather literally. Summer thunderstorms swept through our area in early July. Lightening from one of those storms hit Warehouse L and burned it to the ground. My husband... Continue Reading →

Christmas Journal

Last week went by in a blur. Other than Christmas Day the days were fairly even and mostly pleasant. On Monday I went to the Post Office to mail some packages and Christmas cards. The kids and I spent the... Continue Reading →

Writer’s Block

Sitting down to write out our weekly life moments has always been cathartic for me. Emotions need purging and I've generally been successful in doing so with a weekly post on the ordinariness of my insignificant existence. I have found... Continue Reading →

Radical Authenticity Challenge: Writer or Blogger

As you open up a New Post page this week, meditate on Shapiro’s words. What does authenticity mean to you? How do you feel right now, in this moment? When you identify how you feel, do you judge it? Is... Continue Reading →

Epiphany in the Dental Chair

Visits to the dentist make me nervous. Some visits are down right terrifying. When the trembling started I felt so disappointed. I could feel the terror spreading. I closed my eyes and tried to will my heart to slow down but... Continue Reading →

2016 Word

A new year full of promise, hope, new adventures, and dreams. Not exactly... Just more of the same-old, same-old. I'm not one for keeping New Year's resolutions. I'll let the fitness hype go this year. But, now that we are... Continue Reading →

Weekly Wrap-up: Let it Go and Other Desultory Moments

  During a moment of purely motherly insanity I purchased the Frozen soundtrack for my sweet children. They now know all of the songs by heart. Sparkles can even dictate the parts of the movie that correspond with the non-lyrical parts of... Continue Reading →

Emotional Episodes

My beloved Bible Study group quit meeting last month after nearly five years. I wasn't ready for this group to end and kept hoping for an email or call that my friend had changed her mind and we would be meeting... Continue Reading →

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