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Never Say Die
My husband and I flew, turn-around quick, to Michigan to attend the funeral of one of his mentors, the father of his high school chum. The flight, turbulent literally and figuratively, took far less time than the famous farmer, but we were no less dedicated to the trip.
Life as a Miracle: LAX Crosswalk
Scared. You bet I was. Even a near miss wouldn’t do: I needed to re-unite with my man. Trepidation seeping into every cell, marshaling them into alliance with my fear-chilled thoughts.
I was also cold.
My Closeted Self
I’m Midwestern enough to trade out summer vs winter season clothing in my closet. A custom accustomed to. I’m also wealthy enough to afford new clothes at my whim. I have two closets – what about you?
Trivial Truths
Trivial truths. The Days of Our lives.
This is the story of Stashes and Hashes & Bashes and the already-conceived Mucho Cash.
Be and Do
Be and Do is the great divide, a Christian conundrum for sure.
Comparison is the Thief of Joy
As we all know, nothing distinguishes your friends from the false like adversity. We’ve all had samples of that. Unwarranted and unwelcome reinforcements of your sad, mad, and/or bad can overwhelm glad for you. It’s as if the false are in cahoots with the devil, in a parody of friends.
Competent Ones
We are the competent ones. We are the ones who carry on, who become stoic instead of hysterical, the ones who shoulder a weight like it is nothing, nothing at all
Irony
Nicely forward I am; not ironically I must say…
Life as a Miracle: Mini
I’d never loved my Mini more, and I’d never loved it less.
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