Glue, glitter, and popsicle sticks

There’s a five-foot inflatable palm tree in my bathtub–and I don’t know why. There’s a bowl of cookie dough hardening in my refrigerator–and I didn’t put it there. I have colored beads, foam visors, sawed off dowel sticks, leather shoe strings, glue, and multi-colored baskets scattered among three days worth of dirty dishes on my […]
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Bathing Suit Shopping

I went shopping for a bathing suit Saturday. It’s always such a TREAT to go bathing suit shopping. Actually, it was an accident. I would NEVER intentionally leave my house with the sole intent of purchasing an article of clothing certain to make me cringe, shriek, cover myself with my arms, and dissolve into tears. […]
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A small-town heroine

Our memorial day parade is still on my mind. As I replay our small town parade, the image of those veterans still haunts me. There was one brave little soldier who was missing this year. Her name was Rita King, and she was a teacher at my high school for many years. By trying very […]
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Courage

A man in his fifties—I’ll call him “Bob”—called our house a few weeks ago. With shaky voice, and great gulps of air, he asked if my husband and I would meet him at our church. His request was simple—he wanted us to listen to him sing. This was an odd request, since we know that […]
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Balance

I’d wager that there isn’t a writer alive who hasn’t fantasized about going away to a seaside cottage or cabin in the woods or 4 star hotel or—I don’t know—an aunt’s attic for a few weeks. Just someplace safe, quiet, and –WITHOUT INTERRUPTIONS!!! I used to be convinced that if people would just leave me […]
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