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gratitude plus
I have written about gratitude before. And, well, I’m writing about it again. Today, I’m grateful for… family: even though they are far away, they have unique ways of assuring me that I am loved and cared for. Also, they … Continue reading
learning through osmosis
I grew up in the Garfield era, so I saw the image above plastered on many school classroom walls in my childhood. I distinctly remember not understanding why it was funny at all — until Grade 9 Science, that is, … Continue reading
Stuck, but thinking about Lightfoot and Dad
I’m behind again. Wednesday: was out late with Twitter friends… no post. Thursday: had an overly-intense workout that left me in much pain (more on this later — much learned). Was in bed early (unlike me) and very sore… no post. Friday: resto… Continue reading
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Friends like family
Friends like family.We all have these, don’t we? They are the people who have been in our lives a very long time — so long that at some point, we can’t remember when they entered. Or, their entrance was just so natural that it all seemed to fit. … Continue reading
The beginning of . . .
So. I am late. I meant to do this the other day (New Year and all, you know), but then the day got away from me (reallytruly) — playing in the snow with my niece, making dinner, visiting with my brother — all good things. Then suddenly I was in … Continue reading