May I Take that Back Please?
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May I Take that Back Please?

I wish I had a nickel for every time I’ve said something and then heard my 28-year-old son say, “Filter, Mom!”  In truth, remembering to filter what goes on in my head before it comes out of my mouth has always been a struggle for me.  I tend to speak much more than I should...

Don’t Be a Time Capsule Friend
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Don’t Be a Time Capsule Friend

I was having lunch with a beautiful young lady the other day, and we were commiserating on our individual inabilities to remember birthdays and holidays.  She was telling me of a funny time when her mother had broken a cherished bowl.  She found a replacement at the street fair one day in late October and...

The Swing
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The Swing

Chubby hands clutching the ropes. “Higher! Higher,” she squeals. Only clouds and sun and sweet wind kiss her face. No cares, no worries. And nurturing hands push her upward.   More securely now, small hands on the ropes, “Higher! Higher,” she screams. Bows and ribbons and grass and tops of trees; Innocence on her lips,...