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It’s August. That means summer is nearly over and schools are about to open. Have you been as busy as I have?! If you’ve been reading my blog regularly, would you help me out by filling out this survey via Survey Monkey? It will help me learn to know my readers better. I hope…
In my younger days, I didn’t understand the freedom of choice. In my younger days, I wasn’t good at the “like water on a duck’s back” thing. But then, I wasn’t a duck. I’m still not a duck, but I’ve learned to quack less and just let the water run off instead of splashing and…
June 8, 2015. During a torrential downpour, my husband left for the airport. It was an unscheduled, unplanned trip. Our foster babies were already in bed, and we had envisioned enjoying a quiet house and evening together. But that phone call from a Southwest Airlines employee a few hours earlier had set the wheels in…
Wagons west! Fathers were the leaders as wagons headed west. When pioneer families loaded their wagons and set their eyes on western horizons, they had leaders in place to help them on their quest. Hard–working men were called upon to be lieutenants, captains, horsemen, and guides. Not many women ventured west alone; if they did,…
May, 2015. It’s hot in Florida, but this is where the race begins. It’s also where it ends. One hundred miles in the Florida sun. The Keys 100. Running is a sport our youngest son has embraced. Along with the rest of his family, he recognizes that runners are a breed of their own. …
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